Little Bird

A little bird come sit upon my window-sill

Sat there thru the falling rain

As I watched that bird upon my window-sill

Saw my thoughts of you go by again

And the picture of my face reflecting on the pane

Is it tears I see or is it rain

I remember how we talked before we said goodbye

Too young to know this world outside our door

And now the miles of time have built a wall my love

And though I try I just can't tear it down

I said that love takes many shapes it has no forms

Has no boundaries has no grips to hold

But time will take the foolish hand and twist a tinged pain

And make the heart look back with eyes grown old

And the picture of my face reflecting on the pane

Is it tears I see or is it rain

I have no regrets about the past there's nothing I can change

Life's a road you walk just one way down

But looking back I do recall that frame of time

When the world was love and time was just a thought

Then if things go many ways course of life is such

We all must pick that road of life to walk

And age gives off old memories like hand notes in a log

Where the world is time and love is just a thought

And the picture of my face reflecting in the pane

Is it tears I see or is it rain

As my thoughts go tumbling back I wonder how you look

I wonder if you've seen that little bird

I wonder if he sat upon your window-sill

I wonder if you'll ever hear these words

I wonder if you'll ever hear these words

I wonder if you'll ever hear these words