My daddy has a songbird in his heart.
Late at night, when the blue moon rises,
and the clock strikes thirteen times,
she sings loud and clear.
Over the whispering willows
and the soft hush of swaying grass,
her song is clear and piercing,
sweet and soothing.
Restless eyes dift to dreams
as her song graces their hearts.
All too soon she must return,
to the heart of my longing daddy.
There was a time, when she sung
loud and clear.
But now she's suffocating --
choking on cigarette smoke
drowning in alcohol.
My daddy has a songbird in his heart,
Little songbird,
Little songbird,
It's time to come play again.