Thrush at Winter Dusk

[Intro] At winter dusk, a small song came, A fragile spark without a name. [Verse 1] The fields were grey, the day was thin, The year had folded grief within. The broken branches scratched the sky, And every road forgot to try. [Pre-Chorus] Then from the thorns, so frail and old, A bird poured out a heart of gold. No reason shone, no promise stirred, Only the trembling of that bird. [Chorus] Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk, Sing through the ash, sing through the dust. Maybe you know what I cannot see, A hidden hope prepared for me. Sing, little heart, against the cold, Make the dying daylight gold. When the world has lost its trust, Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk. [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 2] I stood alone beside the gate, Too tired for faith, too still for fate. But joy had found a narrow throat, And lifted heaven in one note. [Bridge] Was there some blessed hope unknown, Some secret seed beneath the stone? I only heard the dark reply With music rising to the sky. [Chorus] Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk, Sing through the ash, sing through the dust. Maybe you know what I cannot see, A hidden hope prepared for me. Sing, little heart, against the cold, Make the dying daylight gold. When the world has lost its trust, Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk. [Outro] At winter dusk, a small song stayed, And I was less afraid.