Fly High Little Bird
Little birdI’m letting you goI had you longYou gave me joySpoke to meWhen no one would. I shed a tear before you goBut I’m happy for youTo find new loveFly high and reach the skyFind new placesHave adventuresBuild a homeOn the Old Oak Tree. And if ever you didCome back to meWhat would I tell youThe times you had missedI would sayI never found another youAnd happy to see you once again. I hope you visitbefore I leaveWith little babiesChirping with you. And when I restUnder the old Oak TreePerhaps I might see youOnce again.