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Yellow Bird
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Reggae
Yellow Bird was released on August 21, 2026 by Let Babylon Burn Records as a part of the album Serendipity
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Release DateAugust 21, 2026
LabelLet Babylon Burn Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Let Babylon Burn
Let Babylon Burn
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Lancaster
Robert Lancaster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Let Babylon Burn
Let Babylon Burn
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Graphic Design

Lyrics

Little yellow bird with a sky to own,
Found a shiny stone where the wild seeds grow.
Just one little taste, just one little spark,
Now the sun comes up, but he's chasing dark.
He forgot the wind knew his name,
Forgot the songs that sounded like rain.
Trade a thousand mornings bright...
For one more borrowed light.
Every little treasure turned into a chain,
Golden in the morning, rusting in the rain.
He kept flying lower, calling it the sky,
Never saw the open door...
He was too busy asking why.
The trees still whispered, "Come back home."
The river sang, "You're not alone."
But every echo lost its sound,
When all he heard was hunger now.
The flock kept drawing circles high,
Like prayers written in the sky.
He watched them disappear from sight...
For one more fading light.
Every little treasure turned into a chain,
Golden in the morning, rusting in the rain.
He kept flying lower, calling it the sky,
Never saw the open door...
He was too busy asking why.
Freedom never left the air.
It waited... patient... always there.
Sometimes the hardest cage to see...
Is the one we carry willingly.
One small choice became a road.
One small feather... bore the load.
No storm had broken both his wings—
He simply forgot they were still his.
Every little treasure doesn't have to stay.
Even longest winters lean toward warmer days.
A heart remembers how to fly,
Even after learning how to fall.
Little yellow bird...
The sky still knows your name.
Somewhere beyond the fear,
Morning waits without a price.
And the wind has never stopped...
Calling you home.
Written by: Robert Lancaster
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