Oh, the falcon was a pretty birdWandered as she flewShe danced around and pranced aroundWherever the warm winds blewAnd the falcon was a pretty birdHer voice was always stillBut men with drums and men with gunsThey taught her how to killHer eye was on the sparrowHer mind was on the doveBut no one cared and no one daredTo speak to her of loveHer eyes are always hoodedHer claws are sharp as steelWe teach her not to see too muchWe teach her not to fearGo build you a log cabinOn a mountain so highAnd hear the feathered warbirds yellAs she goes screaming byShe'll tease you, she'll please youShe'll satisfy your needsBut someday she might turn aroundAnd maul the hand that feedsYour hours might be numberedYour end might come somedayGo break her chain and free her brainAnd send her on her wayAnd the falcon is a pretty birdWanders as she fliesShe asks us easy questionsWe tell her easy lies