This Little Bird

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.