In Tribute to the Beatles

Four birds of a feather in music and song,
Were released from the bird cage of old;
They sang as they soared on the Liverpool breeze,
Turning thoughts of our youth into gold.

From the Cavern of Cobwebs, of Past and Decay,
Where their song of youth freedom would rise;
To soar past the Liver Birds set upon stone,
Framed against Liverpool skies.

As they lifted our hearts to their songs on the air,
And our hopes joined them high on the wing;
As they soared and they sang how our souls were laid bare,
Till they taught the world's children to sing.

Of love and of peace and an ending to war;
Where the power lies greater in love;
When the world will unite in the shadow of flight,
Of four Liverpool birds up above.

By Michael Walsh