The oak, the oak, and his new green coat

Such soul and hurt

And the last to moult

But all you were after was timber and smoke

So it's true, the redwings are here again

Dusk and dawn tucked under their wings

Oh, Stockholm with your iron trees

We must not say what the redwings mean

(I saw your soul

I saw your soul)

The ash, the ash

She was handing you the keys to the house

She was praying you'd pop the question at last

But you never asked

So it's true, the redwings are here again

Dusk and dawn tucked undеr their wings

Oh, Oslo with your iron trees

We must not say what the rеdwings mean

(I saw your soul

I saw your soul)

The beech, the beech

In his fingerless gloves and mossy green sleeves

If he begs for love

Will you make him crawl on his hands and knees?

So it's true, the redwings are here again

Dusk and dawn tucked under their wings

Oh, Riga with your iron trees

We must not say what the redwings mean

The lime, the lime

She's worn her hair the way you like

She's come to the rave in her favourite dress

And you couldn't care less

So it's true, the redwings are here again

Dusk and dawn tucked under their wings

Oh Šolta, frozen in iron seas

We must not say what the redwings mean

(I saw your soul

I saw your soul)

So it's true, the redwings are here again

Embers pocketed under their wings

Poor chandeliers of evergreens

Poor redwings caught in the iron breeze

We must not say what the redwings mean