The One I Seek
When my heart was ready, when I came of age,
I left my parent’s nest, to find a beautiful stage,
I found the perfect spot, in a very lovely tree,
To sing my little song, so my True Love could hear me.
Singing for the one that I seek,
The one that I seek
The one that I seek.
Many birds were singing, and a few answered me,
Many were very sweet but not my true love to be,
One cool afternoon, a song could be heard all around,
I finally saw her, a Cowbird with lovely feathers brown.
Singing that you were the one that I seek
The one that I seek
The one that I seek.
Your song was so merry, so high, so sweet
Your words and soft nature a gentle treat
Could you be the one that I seek?
Was it truth coming out of your beak?
Singing that you were the one that I seek
The one that I seek
The one that I seek.
A nest I had built, my heart was nestled there,
The love for my true love laid open and bare,
With the rush of winter coming, your notes did sway,
So I didn’t see you trying to roll my heart away.
Singing that you were the one that I seek
The one that I seek
The one that I seek.
I was alone so welcomed your lovely song,
Ignoring everything that told me that this was wrong,
You put your needs in my nest, saying they were mine,
I was so lost, I believed what was toxic was just fine.
Singing that you were the one I seek
The one I seek
The one I seek
Then my True Love appeared, from the warm south,
You did your best to take her words from her mouth.
That you were there first, that she would have to share,
That your needs came first, that it would be fair.
Singing that you were the one I seek
The one that I seek
The one that I seek.
I did my best to make it work, despite the heavy strain,
Nothing was good enough, proving your love was pain,
You tried to run my life and made all my friends flee,
If you were my True Love, why did you do this to me?
While singing that you were the one that I seek
The one that I seek
The one that I seek.
You thought you had it under control, had it your way,
That we would do what you wanted, to do as you say,
You dismissed her size, you so didn’t see her strike,
It was never you Cowbird; for my True Love is a Shrike.
And now you have a thorn driven through your cheek,
Through your cheek,
Through your cheek.
Farewell Cowbird, your lies were never to be enough,
Your sweet notes were misleading, your song but a bluff,
My eyes are open, and my mind is finally clear,
I sing my own song, for my True Love to hear:
That she is the one that I seek,
The one that I seek,
The one that I seek.
