There's a little bird,
Somebody sent
Down to the earth to
Live on the wind.
Blowing on the wind,
She sleeps on the wind,
This little bird,
Little bird.

Light and fragile
And feathered sky-blue.
Thin and graceful,
The sun shining through.
She flies so high,
Up in the sky,
Way out of reach
Of human eyes.

Light and fragile,
And feathered sky-blue.
Thin and graceful,
The sun shining through.
She flies so high,
Up in the sky,
Way out of reach
Of human eyes.

Light and fragile,
She's feathered sky-blue.
Thin and graceful,
The sun shining through.

And the only time
She touches ground
Is when that little bird,
Little bird,
Is when that little bird,
Little bird,
Is when that little bird
Dies.

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Writer(s): JOHN LOUDERMILK