Little Bird

Look over your shoulder now

It seems I’m going south again

I make a sudden choice to be

The feather in your cap

And the fruit in your tree

Little bird little bird little bird and me

Little bird little bird little bird and me

At the turn of the century

It was only but a dream

At the turn of the season

You brought to me a little wing

Little bird little bird little bird and me

Little bird little bird little bird and me

Light as a feather now

Feel the space within your chest

The storm is passing by

I think I’m ready now to sing a new song

Little bird little bird little bird, fly

Little bird little bird little bird, fly

Fly

Fly