WHITE BIRD LYRICS
I have been fascinated by White Bird by Mike Heron on Changing Horses because it sounds to me like an account of true religious experience with a mystical death. So much fascinated that I have got all the words sorted out except one.
And feels his heart sucked to his hizurvd
Sucked to his what? It sounds like hizurvd.
And feels his heart sucked to his served is possible but it doesn't make sense.
The sucked to his head version at http://isb.bakkevold.com and at http://www.lyrics007.com is obviously wrong because it doesn't even rhyme.

Are the Lyrics on the original record sleve? I know Creation was, but White Bird's words are not on the CD sleve. Could somebody have a look for that precious word for me?
I hear that in beGlad-The Anthology Mike Heron talks about White Bird being from an obscure Pakistani or Indian film alluding to Lata Mangeshkars breakthrough.

Are the lyrics in the book Gently Tender by Ken Brooks?

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White Bird
By Mike Heron

Who among you, who has not laid his head
beneath some holy awning,
would think that such a night of tortured travelling
could bring such a glory morning?

And feel his heart sucked to his .............
His head so wide that all life serves
as room to live, and breathe, and have its being
and more, for such a scene of beauty.
For such a scene of beauty.
Encompassers
see the white bird
on the water
In beauty calm and still

White bird, white bird, white bird
of the morning.
White bird, white bird.

See he watches the white bird of the morning.
White bird, white bird.

Warm in his ecstasy
a shimmering gentle backward fall
He leaves his body there so small and mirror black against the sun
with deities for strength.
He sees his body wracked with pain
and hears his voice so stained with sadness deep
it asks the day to weep away

Loved her so strong now
she is gone.
My heart will break for ever

Sun and moon change around me
The games seem so strange
Walk in the light I shall never.
Walk in the light I will never.
White bird, white bird, white bird
of the morning.
White bird, white bird,

Oh speak to me with your beauty
Oh white bird of the morning
Oh he cried. Oh he cried,
but stopped short,
seeing not water but ice
death not life.
Dead white bird. Dead white bird.

Walking onward every day
Sunshine in our faces
Sun knows what grows on below
But still our faces graces
No disgraces
No distastes
Nothing wasted at all.

White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird

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