From the album Honey from Dried Grass

Lyrics

The Black Hummingbird
by Christopher Cook

We must go to South America
The flowers are dropping from the vine
We will gather in the air tonight
But I will follow a day behind

Scarlet and emerald green
The sunlight brings out every hue
For me it shows the darkness
But don’t worry, I won’t bother you

Oh I can fly so high
And spiral in the air
And I see you down below
Circling in pairs

Now the heat has come to Mexico
To open blossoms so fine
And I know that I must go
I will follow a day behind

I’ve seen the oldest tree in the world
Somehow it never fell
It was shown to me by the crows
And I promised not to tell
They said that I could fly with them
That everybody needs a friend

Now the heat has come to Mexico
To make the blossoms so fair
And I know that I must go
But don’t worry, you’ll hardly know I’m there