The bird within the cage sings soft and low
The beauty of her voice is hard to bare
It lifts the heart to highest heights and so,
The bird stays in the cage with her voice fair.

The bird with in the tree sings just as sweet
Sweeter perhaps although it's hard to tell
With every warble, chirp and tweet
The bird with in the the tree has much to tell.

The bird with in the tree flys through the sky
She swoops and sours and guides ov'r field and lakes
She sings of all she loves from her free heights
Of beauty that she know no man can make.

The bird with in the cage sings differently
She sings of hopes and dreams beyond the bars
She sings of all the things she longs to see
She sings of snow topped mountains and the stars

The bird within the cage sings soft and low
But her song is one of sorrow not of joy
Every melancholy tune and note
Tells of another dream she won't enjoy.