Flock of Lawless Birds Video (MV)

A flock of lawless birds lifts up from the field
All the weed is gone nothing left to steal
My brother's in the mill house growing his own strain
Sister is by the river destroying her good name

Everyone wants a rich man no one wants a poor
And I would turn to gold my dear if you would adore
The hands that you could cast your jewelry from
And wear me round your neck my love, as you sat by the river in the sun

Everyone wants a rich man no one wants the poor
And I would turn to gold my dear if I win your love
And if I don't turn soon my dear
I'll have had enough
I'll lay down in the field my dear
All the birds will dine
They'll carry me up to the sky my dear
They'll carry me up to the sky