This Little Bird

There's a little bird,

Somebody sent

Down to the earth to

Live on the wind.

Blowing on the wind,

She sleeps on the wind,

This little bird,

Little bird.

Light and fragile

and feathered sky-blue.

Thin and graceful,

The sun shining through.

She flies so high,

Up in the sky,

Way out of reach

of human eyes.

Light and fragile,

and feathered sky-blue.

Thin and graceful,

The sun shining through.

She flies so high,

Up in the sky,

Way out of reach

of human eyes.

Light and fragile,

She's feathered sky-blue.

Thin and graceful,

The sun shining through.

And the only time

She touches ground

Is when that little bird,

Little bird,

Is when that little bird,

Little bird,

Is when that little bird

Dies.