Little Birds

Once there were two lovely birds And they lived in a woods by the sea So high they flew into the lofty blue Then returned to their nesting tree Twas the waning of the year And the world wore a shroud of white When the woods were calm you could hear a joyous song As they sang through the day and night And they sang to the rising sun And they sang to the wind and the sea And they sang to the coming of the spring In a voice so sweet and free But one day she did not return And maybe killed was she By a young boys stone so innocently thrown At a small thing of beauty He called her everywhere Fair winds blow my love to me Is she in the clouds or the waves breaking loud Is she flying o'er the sea And he sang to the setting sun And he sang to the moon and the stars And he sang through the cold of the winter For a love that could not come Oh I still can hear his song And it always shall remind What the heart dreams of, a pure and simple love A love that persists through time And maybe it will be By the song from his trembling throat That she will hear and one day will appear And together again they'll be And they'll sing to the rising sun And they'll sing to the wind and the sea And they'll sing to the coming of the spring In a voice so sweet and free Once there were two lovely birds And they lived in a woods by the sea So high they flew into the lofty blue Then returned to their nesting tree