Birds

A bird in the hand, two in the bush
Three on the wire, four flying overhead
Riding the wind, paying no mind
Taking their time, on a cloudy bed

It's honest, It's freeing
But it's a living
Reflected within this
Pure love we're giving

Flying so high on the breeze
Soaring up above those autumn trees
Following calls and filling those needs
Never questioning the shape of things

A bird in the hand, two in the bush
Three on the wire, four flying overhead
Perching in trees, singing a song
Searching for love, finding life ahead

It's humble, It's regal
But it's a living
Reflected within this
Pure love we're giving

Flying so high on the breeze
Soaring up above those autumn trees
Following calls and filling those needs
Never questioning the shape of things



Credits
Writer(s): Geoffrey Stockton
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