A little bird singing a love Song that her mother taught That little bird somehow sings It over and over She files very high try to find The place she first learnt to fly She files so very high she Wants to seek an answer from the sky On a misty mountain over the Clear water river But there's no misty mountain Let alone a clear water river And she just wants to go home She just wants to be at home On a misty mountain But now turned into barren She just wants to be singing When the sun rise in the morning On a misty mountain But now turned into barren She doesn't know what happened All of those trees has been Cut down In the name of humanity The river runs dry Because now clouds refuse to cry Back to Reff If I could Then I would Try to make us all Care bout her call