Sometimes birds spread their wings
and fly far, far away—
beyond the mountains, across the seas,
searching the ends of the sky
on the back of a wandering breeze.
•••
But sometimes they stay,
and that is when we hear them sing.
Sometimes birds spread their wings
and fly far, far away—
beyond the mountains, across the seas,
searching the ends of the sky
on the back of a wandering breeze.
•••
But sometimes they stay,
and that is when we hear them sing.