Bird in the garden, bird in hand Clip its wings to make it land I want you for my own delight It breaks my heart when you take flight To watch you rise, it hurts me Bird in the treetops, bird in the sky Clip its wings before the night I want you here in my dreams So I can figure out just what it means To watch you fly, it hurts me Why can't I Be the one with my face to the sun Bird in the world, bird in my head Clip its wings before it's fled Never let you out of sight again Never sleep alone at night again To watch you fly, it hurts me Why can't I Be the one with my face to the sun Be the one with my face to the sun