Young Birds Fly

What's gone wrong with Mary? I hear them say Mary's not the Mary of yesterday She's gone to changin' her hair And she laughs and she cries And her life seems to be Such a worried and jumbled affair Well, I have talked to Mary I've searched her eyes And if you ask of Mary I'll tell you why It's Mary's time to run Through the mad, through the sane, Through the joy and the pain 'Til she finds her place in the sun For young birds fly in early spring They learn new songs to sing And each song they know Can help them to grow Mary questions everything She's ever known before And want her as we may She just won't listen anymore But let her find a way And soon'll come a glorious day When everything's been sorted through The streets will be reported How the people congregate To feel the love within her heart And to listen to the music in her mind Young birds fly in early spring They learn new songs to sing Young birds fly in early spring Oh oh oh oh Young birds fly in early spring They learn new songs to sing Young birds fly in early spring (Young birds fly in early spring Oh oh oh oh Young birds fly in early spring) Young birds go on and fly away Fly Go on and fly Fly away