[Verse]
Still standing in the headwind
along my morning walkway
no shading leaves
since thriving days
but serves a wide
observing view
the reason for your stay.

[Pre-chorus]
Eyes locked upon the rodents
every day's your workday
but beware those metal boxes
rushing down the highway.

[Chorus]
Up in the lookout tree
countless hours
determined to see
that patience would pay
the morning buffet
for the bird of prey.

[Verse]
It's been rooted there for decades
I've known it just for few years
yet I have learned
don't go too near
but let its guests
perceive in peace
the rustle they must hear.

[Pre-chorus]
There are moles but shadowed hunters
dangers by the hillside
you're weighing risks and chances
the lessons of the hawk-eyed.

[Chorus]
Up in the lookout tree
countless hours
determined to see
that patience would pay
the morning buffet
for the bird of prey.

[Bridge]
Whose watch is it today?
A falcon or a shrike
maybe an osprey
stalking a pike.