In my house a choir of lovebirds sings.
And my whistling cockatiels say, "pretty bird...
pretty bird...." All day their chatterings
sanctify me. Their music has become my Word.
In my house a choir of lovebirds sings.
These multi-colored sparks of divinity
chirp in my ears the devotions that they know,
starting a love song of my own to accompany
them. Then I praise God wherever I go.
In my house a choir of lovebirds sings.