The Wilds

In among the evergreens of your hazel eyes

A tiny field of flowers blooming in your mind

You sing across a canyon, a voice it will reply

When the wilds come calling, Blackbird you will fly

One day you will go,

One day by and by

Little Bird, you’ll fly

One day when you go,

One day when you fly

Remember you were mine

In among the evergreens of your hazel eyes

The branches of the poplar reach for a crimson sky

The wind it always whispers but never answers why

When the wilds come calling, Blackbird you will fly

One day you will go,

One day by and by

Little Bird, you’ll fly

One day when you go,

One day when you fly

Remember you were mine.