Little Bird

Little bird come sit upon my windowsill

Sat there through the fallin' rain

As I watched that little bird upon my windowsill

I saw my thoughts of you go by again

Picture of my face

On the windowpane

Is it tears I see, or is it rain?

Yeah, I remember how we talked before we said goodbye

Too young to notice the world outside our door

And how we laughed and said our love was free like birds that fly the winds

Well, the rainy day made me think of you once more

Picture of my face

On the windowpane

Is it tears I see, or is it rain?

I have no regrets about the past, I see how young we were

When our world was love and life was but a thought

Many things go many ways, many times but once

'Til our lives have passed and that love is but a thought

Picture of my face

On the windowpane

Is it tears I see, or is it rain?

So as my thoughts go tumbling back, I wonder how you look

Wonder if you've seen that little bird

I wonder if he's sat upon your windowsill

I wonder if you'll ever hear these words

And a picture of my face

On the windowpane

Is it tears I see, or is it rain?