Lighthearted singing is carried through the air
It's the birds cheerfully chanting their words without a care
Up and down - down and up
Tiny little creatures making their way above our heads
Wherever the wind might blow
Wherever the birds may go
They are free to fly as high as their tiny wings allow
They are free to fly as far as their gentle wings allow
Sometimes I'd like to join them
Up in the trees and skies
I'd surely leave with them birds
Leaving that mess of my life behind
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