Little Bird


(Dedicated to Kay)
Little bird up high in the treetop,
How can you know all the joy that you bring?
Sing to me, sweet bird in the treetop.
Tell me your story of life on the wing.
Would that I could fly up to greet you,
Join in your song and your light-hearted play.
But, I walk the earth far beneath you.
So sweetly sing e're you go on your way.
Down my cheek I feel something falling:
One lonely tear for I know we must part.
As you go, I hear your sweet calling,
Song that will always remain in my heart.

Copyright WindRider, 1994