a little bird.... - piosenka

A little bird, is chirping
In the cold winter air
She's crying for her mother
Whose flown off somewhere

Mama's on the mountain top
Looking down from so far away
To the lake beneath her
Where her baby prays

And oh how the night comes
It takes the child by surprise
Out here in blue-gray
Winter skies

The moon appears before her
Was it there a moment ago?
It's shining like a river
A far and distant glow

It's calling out to her
With a smile, that lights the night
Guiding her through the, nameless-path
And holding her so tight

And oh how the night comes
It takes the child by surprise
Out here in blue-gray
Winter skies


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