White Bird

It's A Beautiful Day

It's A Beautiful Day

White Bird

White bird,

in a golden cage,

on a winter's day,

in the rain.

White bird,

in a golden cage,

alone.

The leaves blow,

Across the long black road.

To the darkened sky,

in its rage

But the white bird just sits in her cage,

alone.

White bird must fly

Or she will die

White bird,

dreams of the aspen trees,

with their dying leaves,

turning gold.

But the white bird just sits in her cage,

growing old.

White bird must fly or she will die.

White bird must fly or she will die.

The sunsets come, the sunsets go.

The clouds pile high,the air moves slow.

And the young bird's eyes do always know.

She must fly,

She must fly,

She must fly.

White bird,

In a golden cage,

On a winter's day, in the rain.

White bird,

In a golden cage alone.

White bird must fly or she will die.

White bird must fly or she will die.

White bird must fly or she will die.