Mid the lakes of Minnesota when I was just a child My grandma took me down to pick Juneberries growing wild She pointed to a tiny yellow bird upon the vine There I learned this precious lesson that I hold dear in my mind
There's a yellow Cedar Waxwing on the Juneberry bush In the golden sunlight shining through the trees God made the birds and flowers, He is everywhere we look God loves the Cedar Waxwing; all the more He'll care for you and me.
I brought you here, my little buttercup, to do likewise I'm turning grey but I still recall when I was just your size I'll lift you up so you can see the Waxwing in the glen Help me remember someone I hope I'll meet again
There's a yellow Cedar Waxwing on the Juneberry bush In the golden sunlight shining through the trees God made the birds and flowers, He is everywhere we look God loves the Cedar Waxwing; all the more He'll care for you and meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
