The Doors (8. Full Circle, 1972) - 7. The Piano Bird | Текст песни

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• The Doors (8. Full Circle, 1972)
• 7. The Piano Bird

A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
The more I play, the more he sings.

He lives right up there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
And in return I play for him.
I played him a song on my piano.

Well, I played real good,
And I played what I could
And in return, he sang for me.
He lives right out there in the tree,
Giving me his melodies.
A bird sings outside my piano.

Well, I played real good,
And I played what I could
And in return, he sang for me.
He lives right out there in the tree,
Giving me his melodies.
A bird sings outside my piano.

A bird sings outside my piano,
Lark of sweet love singing low,
He lives right up there in the green tree,
Singing to me melodies,
The more I play, the more he sings.
A bird sings outside my piano.

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