Gary Miller Songs

"As a song poet there are few in the world today to match him"
Green Man Review, USA


Yellow Bird



Oh what has become of your gentle hands
That softly caressed a love so dear?
Now chemically stained and rough like sand
They caress mute packages of death and fear
On the Devil’s Altar behold each shell
Swing the mallet; force the powder in
Make them ready to deliver a gift from Hell
Pray your own luck is in

And sing my yellow bird sing

Oh what has become of your delicate face
That broke the hearts of the boys so dear?
So milk-white soft with a porcelain grace
Before the boys all marched from here
To remember you just as you were
Many never to return
Before your health was ruined beyond repair
And you watched your future burn

Sing my yellow bird sing

So far from the effect
You fight for the cause
Steadfast on your alternate frontline
For excitement, for the money, or to do your bit
Or to live up to the boys
To whom you waved goodbye

Oh what has become of your beautiful mind?
Tell me now how do you view the world?
Through the warlike nature of humankind
And your own contentment in your dangerous work
Do you see the devastation in your dreams?
Are you wracked and torn with guilt?
Or has your heart grown immune to the nightmare screams
Of an innocence that can never be rebuilt?

Sing my yellow bird sing

For the Barnbow Lassies and the Gretna Girls
The Woolwich Arsenal gang aswell
And all those munitionettes who fell
From England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales
To their counterparts on the whole world stage
“Grant them O Lord eternal rest
And let perpetual light shine upon them”

Sing my yellow bird sing

Sing of the peace that the dove may bring
Take wing my yellow bird take wing
Take heart, risk flight, break out of your cage
Roam free in the light where wars don’t rage
Never worry about a thing

And sing my yellow bird sing

(Gary Miller)

Copyright © 2010 Gary Miller / Whippet Records

Shells Fillers (from ‘The Filling Factory’) 1918, Charles Ginner (1878-1952):
York Museums Trust



Commissioned for 'Reflections on War', a community arts project and exhibition at York Art Gallery for York Museums Trust.

Inspired by Shells Fillers (from ‘The Filling Factory’) 1918, an ink drawing by Charles Ginner (1878-1952) and dedicated to the women, knicknamed 'canaries', who worked in the munitions factories during both World Wars and who would often sing while they worked.

Other songs and poems from the 'Reflections on War' project include : -

'A Hospital Ship at Tobruk''Battleships''Bold as Brass', 'Grandpa Mill', 'House of War', 'One Soldier's Thoughts', 'Sister of Mercy', 'Soldiers of the Lord', 'Somewhere at the Front, Somewhere', 'Twa Scots Soldiers'.


Releases (on Whippet Records unless otherwise stated)


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