Southern Birds

Outside my room, I can hear the wind
In it, useless or a shadow
I can see something in my window
It looks just like my ghost
But I think it's just the night
Staring back at me into loneliness

With the patience of the willow
Who's waiting for that searchin' wind
Waiting for a light
So why, then, if this is true
Do I love the night and it's hollow moon
And those southern birds leaving me behind
When they go back home, I wanna go home
Fly home, fly home

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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Detrone Watkins
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