One morning as the sun was lifting,
And the fields were waving to greet the day,
I saw a bird of song winging my way.
Her breast was the color of the sun
As the wings swept the dawn.
I wished that I could be among such noble ones.
But I was born to the earth as she was the sky.
And I'll build my home of stones.
And she'll build a nest of weeds,
And that's her need
She don't ask why.
One morning as the sun was lifting,
And the fields were waving to greet the day,
I saw a bird of song winging my way.
She flew by effortlessly,
Though many miles had she gone.
She dipped her wings and flew
Beyond where I could see.
But I heard her song drifting through the trees.
Long after she was gone,
I could still hear the song,
It had become part of me.
One morning as the sun was lifting,
And the fields were waving to greet the day,
I saw a bird of song winging my way.