Theres a little bird that somebody sends

Down to the earth to live on the wind.

Born on the wind and he sleeps on the wind

This little bird that somebody sends.



Hes light and fragile and feathered sky blue,

So thin and graceful the sun shines through.

This little bird who lives on the wind,

This little bird that somebody sends.



He flies so high up in the sky

Out of reach of human eye.

And the only time that he touches the ground

Is when that little bird

Is when that little bird

Is when that little bird dies.