First saw the light in the end of June Nights were so bright and birds were in tune I was given a voice, I used it to cry As we have no choice to live or to die
Then a little bird came to my windowsill And it called my name and it made me still ‘Little sweet bird,’ said I, ‘won’t you sing me a song? I don’t want to cry, we will get along’
Then the little bird sang his sweet song to me Soon I knew by heart the precious melody Then he flied away to the ether skies So I made my way through the child’s eyes
And I sang the song, and the people came Where does it come from? Can you do it again? So I sang the song and the people wept I sang on and on while the winter crept
Then I looked around: everyone was gone So I lost the song, oh the little bird’s songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
