White bird

White Bird’s looking for a place to hide
If he can’t find a place the Bird will die
Flown so far on tired wings
Flown too far in storming winds

Your heart will patter, your heart will sting
When you hear the White Bird sing

White Bird finds a place to land
Sets himself in a far away land
He finds some friends and food to eat
Finds a new life away from the heat

Your heart will patter, your heart will sting
When you hear the White Bird sing

Hunter hears of White Bird’s place
Want to prey on White Bird’s grace
Packs his guns and leaves his town
Will the Hunter shoot the White Bird down?

Your heart will patter, your heart will sting
When you hear the White Bird sing

© Bie Karlsson, FishboneMusic Publishing