Yellow bird, yellow moon

You've arrived
while the spring is out of tune

River run, river slow

From the Grand Coulee Dam to Jericho

To the island
where the wounded echoes go

Over that horizon,

Over that horizon,

past the streets of Evangeline

There's a boy
among the redwood and the pine

Jack of Diamonds you're no friend of mine

Seventeen, seven sins

Can we just hide here
before the war begins

River run, river rage

From the beak of a yellow bird beside a cage

To a field of broken drums upon a stage

Over that horizon,

Over that horizon,

past the streets of Evangeline

Past the bedrooms
where the wounded girls recline

Jack of Diamonds
you're no friend of mine

Where do you go dear?

Who do you know dear?

Who do you rage for tonight?

Who do you lie beside?

Who do you sigh beside?

Who do you look to for a sign?

I'm a boy among the redwood and the pine

I hear the sirens out on the county line

Jack of Diamonds you're no friend of mine

Jack of Diamonds you’re no friend of mine