Little Bird

Are you really holding up the sky?
When around about you fly
I hang on your skirts of wind
On the heels of where you been gently flying

Do you lift the sun upon your wings?
Do you smile at all these things?
With the dawn unfolds the day
With the night puts sun away
For tomorrow

Once a fool came by this velvet room
With a cage of solid gold
Little bird took wing and climbed
To the sweetest and sugar pine
On the mountain

Little bird…

Little bird…