Lyrics
There goes, my little birdie
Flying high, above the oaks
No one knows the path she follows
But she is free, full of hope
Wings of silver, wings of gold
Take me not, to where I go
The wingéd angels have heard my cry
Yet I remain beneath the sky
(Take my hair strand by strand
Tune them up the best you can
And I will play a melody
To call my love right back to me)
Winter, Summer, Spring, and Fall
Pass beneath the northern star
But you'll be mine though all their course
Should make it I to golden shores
There goes my little birdie
Gliding past my chimney smoke
I see her blue down ev'n through the haze
But this ain't yet our glory days
(Take my hair strand by strand
Tune them up the best you can
And I will play a melody
To call my love right back to me)
