Close To The Edge lyrics

Sing, bird of prey;
Beauty begins at the foot of you. Do you believe the manner?
Gold stainless nail,
Torn through the distance of man
As they regard the summit.
Even Siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window.
Outbound, river,

Hold out the morning that comes into view.
Bluetail, tailfly.

River running right on over my head.

How does she sing?