The world has to hear the beauty in your sound, So many things in life are lost then found. Go to wherever it is you maybe bound. What goes around, comes around.
All migratory birds you must follow, Go winter come summer, redwing or swallow. All migratory birds have their season, Wherever you go to I know you have your reason. Return to me in glory or pitch up broke and poor, But come back wise and baby come back sure.
It’s late and you’ll be leaving here tomorrow. Don’t hesitate you will be gone and there will be sorrow. It’s late I can’t think about tomorrow, And fate for the luck of life we borrow.
All migratory birds you must follow, Go winter come summer, redwing or swallow. All migratory birds have their season, Wherever you go to I know you have your reason. Return to me in glory or pitch up broke and poor, But come back wise and baby come back sure.
Yes, all migratory birds regardless of the season, I know I’ve got to let you fly….. free Hoping you’ll wing back to me. Follow, follow For the luck of life we borrow, I know I’ve got to let you free.