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