Waxwing by Alasdair Roberts Lyrics

Waxwing, waxwing, what do you bring
From the frozen North?
Waxwing, waxwing, we've been waiting on you

I bring the amber that I have gathered
On the northern seashore
For the hatchlings I have fathered for thee

I've been underground where wyverns are bound
And where gold and jewels are found
These I hoarded under my barry-brown wing

We have no need, no need of your amber
Likewise your gold and your jewels--
There is no true beauty in things of no use

Waxwing, waxwing, my only asking:
Tether the braces so cruel
Keep my young well-feathered and their bellies full

And waxwing, waxwing, what will you do
When your days of fathering are through
When at last grim Death comes a'knocking on you?
I can do nothing but fly in the wake of my kin
I will soar onward undaunted and die on the wing
I'll die in the canyon of echoes; you'll still hear me sing
And still I will give to you all the things I bring