(intro)
There once was a young bird, he was plain as could be
He looked like any other, that much i could see
And i'd written him off, untill i was proved wrong
The day that this bird started singing his song.
And a freedom i've not felt since i was a boy
Overtook my whole being, i was filled with joy
But then i became worried, that the bird would not stay
So i cornered him, caged him up, locked him away.
I said,"Sing me the song you sang moments ago,
it made me feel happy and made my heart flow"
But he looked at me sadly and his eyes, they turned bleek
And there was not a sound coming out from his beek.
So tried to entice him to get him to sing
But he seemed to be sad, though he had everything
And as the weeks passed, he looked worse everyday
he seemed to be dying, yet still i would say,
I'd say,"Sing me that old song that you sang before
it's been so long i don't know anymore
just how the tune went, won't you sing it for me?
And if it had words tell me what would they be?"
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And then the time came
when the bird passed away
but he told me the words to his song on that day
He said...
"The song that i wrote...
the one i shared with you...
it was a song about freedom that i hold so true
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And i'd sing you the song but my freedom is gone
and now i am dying but soon i'll journey on
to a place where those sweet notes will be heard again
and my song about freedom i'll sing for you then."
Ohhhhhhhhhh
I said,"Forgive me dear God for this wrong i have done
my selfish heart took the life of this one
But i pray that one day i will join him and then
i'll hear that sweet song of freedom again
i'll hear that sweet song of freedom again
i'll hear that sweet song of freedom again
i'll hear that sweet song of freedom again.
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