Like clouds of dust In stormy weather Like a falling leaf on its way down Whirling through the early afternoon These are times that make me falter Make me stagger all alone Holding my head in my hands I think I'm gonna fall quite soon
Hear the blackbirds song their love songs Hear the magpies croak at dawn Listen to the nightingale's lament
Spread my own wings, smooth my feathers Raise my own voice (though it scares me - I always find the wrong words for the things I meant)
Little, bird your cage is open , Knowing the breeze is there to carry you Don't you hesitate, don't you hesitate But time is cruel, I bruise my pinions, broke my will, and choked my voice Now it is too late, now it is too late Now it is too late, now it is too late It is...