Abbey Lincoln
Bird Alone
Bird alone, flying highFlying through a clouded skySending mournful soulful soundsSoaring over troubled groundsBird alone with no mateTurning corners tempting fateFlying circles in the airAre you on your way somewhere?Gliding, soaring on the windYou're a sight of gloryFlying way up there so highWonder what's your storyBird alone, flying lowOver where the grasses growSwingin' low, then out of sightYou'll be singing in the nightGliding, soaring on the windYou're a sight of gloryFlying way up there so highWonder what's your storyBird alone, flying lowOver where the grasses growSwingin' low, then out of sightYou'll be singing in the night
From Letras Mania