Little Bird

I found a little blackbird

I folded up her wings

Oh little bird

I never heard

the song you had to sing.

 

I sat beside Plumbago

and said how sad it was

that Mother bird was searching

for the baby bird just gone

so we sighed and said goodbye

as the feathered soul had flown.

 

Be we here for long

or briefly so

we pass in light and heaven knows

to lead us over to rest awhile

Oh little bird I see you smile.