Oh, to be a bird.
Flying high, unencumbered by the ground,
Chirps flittering down the side of its wings.
Oh, be a bird.
The cool brisk air of morning lifts.
No worry, no shame,
A leaf in the wind.
Oh, to be a bird.
Sitting perched on a tree.
Where are you friend?
They call and call.
Oh, to be a bird.
Flying high, free and fast,
Fast and free.
Oh, to be a bird.