Little Birds Songtext

von Tift Merritt

Little birds, little birds
Waiting on a saturday
For something break and run away Catch you, wake you up
And make you be free
Little birds, little birds
No one can tell you where
The line of trouble hides itself.
You find it how you can
Sometimes too late.

Little birds, little birds
Finally it's happening
Something is happening
All you have been waiting for
This is the day

Little birds, little birds
Call out to one and love you
Everybody have
No one hears you break
The surface of the water
You hardly break
The surface of the water
Little birds, little birds
Little birds