My bird flies home from afar, brings the joy of spring to me. O’er the ocean’s endless blue, he never fails. His path is clear and true.
Perched upon a branch of green, he rests his legs from the long journey. Warms my heart with wondrous song. I listen close. He tells of battles won.
From my heart, I thank you friend for this precious melody – for these sweet and pure tones, sweet and pure tones.
When the autumn comes again, I ask you from my heart, my friend, that you’d have me sing your song. Oh, summer guest, I’ll miss you while you’re gone.
From my heart, I thank you friend for this precious melody – for these sweet and pure tones, sweet and pure tones. You’ve made a shelter for my soul. If your language I could speak, I would weave a song for you of my own.