We lost her at the train station on a busy Saigon afternoon
her hand had slipped out of fathers when she lost her red balloon
Searching desperately day, and night for months that did not end
one day we found her favorite little doll where the river twists, and bends
I heard a little bird sing a song while sitting in a tree
this is what I heard her say while she sang her song to me...

"I watch you father everyday, and I miss you very much
your voice, and words always had such a gentle touch
It is cold now with the winter snow you ought to bundle up
please know that I am near because I like to cheer you up.
I see you through the window, and it makes me feel so very sad
that you blame yourself because you lost my little hand....
and, you make yourself feel so guilty, and incredibly so bad--
I'm the little bird that sits in your tree....
I sing for you everyday.
I hope you hear the song I sing to you,
from my heart to you ... from me."