They build a nest outside our porch,

And come back once a year, or more.

Blue-speckled eggs they leave inside.

Sometimes, there are 3 or 4.

We watch them through the birdhouse door,

Until their mama teaches them to fly.



Fly on, Baby Bird.

There's new land for you to see.

Your mama gave you all she could and then she set you free...

Fly high upon her love, Baby Bird.



I have my own 2 babies now,

They're changing every day.

They learn and laugh and grow and run and play.

From the moment that they're born,

Every step's a step away.

I'll hold them closely while I can,

Someday find the will to say -



Fly on, Baby Bird.

There's new land for you to see.

I'll give you every thing I can, and then I'll set you free...

Fly high upon my love, Baby Bird.



This Spring, I peeked in at the eggs, there was just one,

The next day, I looked again, and it was gone,

It was gone.



I lost a baby bird before I ever saw her face,

Just a still and tiny image on a screen.

What a quiet little bird. She slipped away without a trace.

I could not give her what she'd need.



Fly on, Baby Bird.

I don't know where you might be.

I never held you in my arms, but I still see you in my dreams...

Fly high upon my love, Baby Bird.
Fly high upon my love, Baby Bird.

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