BIRDS

Air birds warming in the morning.
Picking and pecking, and loving the dawn.
Down in the woodlands, you've loved so long,
Sing me your song.

Gathering the dew in the early morning,
You touch the silence of the dawn.
Gently shimmering, you like the day,
Sing me your song.

Your sound is a ripple that moves with ease,
Sunlit hedges and moonlit trees,
Make me happy the whole of my days,
Sing me your song.

Make me happy, the whole of my days.
Make me happy, the whole of my days.
Make me happy, the whole of my days.
Sing me your song.