Songbird...

Songbird so free in the Sycamore tree

love is the heart of your song

sweetly touching the willowy winds

walking the fields where freedom belongs

can I touch your wing where blossom is blessed

always forever and free

yearning for laughter, blades of the Sun

touching the grace that burns inside me...

And I know where you go when the darkness is come

I see all the things that you see

and alone there we sit and dream of a love

songbird so free in the Sycamore tree...

Can I take you and hold you and make you all mine

for love is all we can be

and we'll shelter in daydreams that drift on the tides

songbird so free in the Sycamore tree...