Oh come bird and sing upon the Willow tree, a note of your little hearts well being. To a host of wild flowers, in colors of a rainbow queen! Walk on the soft green grass, for joy in heart it will bring,
clouds waltz across the sky, bees dance on pollen trees, while you sing your birds song, of your little hearts well being.
Sunset will caste its glow upon the face of earth. The milkmaid will dance her cans through meadow land, sing your bird song of little heart well being.
Spread your wings and fly up to the golden sky, the song of your joyful heart. In the twilight hour be heard, The song of the bird be praised, from the lips of a silent listener.
Led down from the tower Head high and hands bound Blindfold declined against the wall Black square pinned to his heart Eyes afire and shining proud He sang… He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury, Carreras, he
In life, love, imagination, and belief, In soul, heart, mind, and death, My whole, solemn, and spiritual relief Is the song worshipped by my every breath. The melody played by the passion of my heart Can be heard from miles