There's a bird who sings a song Of a lost kingdom Amongst the trees that echo past rains. There's a knock at my door And it's freedom And all I've got to do is let her in
Howling, Howling Outside my worry window Are worries, worries Keeping me in No, I don't want to worry No more No, I don't want to worry No more
There's a man who plays his harp In an city central park, On a rusty bench he sings of wandering days. He hopes another wanderer will pass by and hear: Though he's travelled far his travels end here.
Howling, Howling Outside my worry window Are worries, worries Keeping me in No, I don't want to worry No more No, I don't want to worry No more