Little Bird in Amy Martin

Little bird, you woke me up this morning
I pulled back my curtains of white
I searched the trees and the underbrush
But you were nowhere in sight

Little bird, I lie here and listen
Won't you sing me your lover's song
Cause when winter turns to spring, there's nothin' to do but sing
And wait for someone to sing along

Little bird, when you fall silent
I fear that you have flown
Now that I'm awake, please don't forsake me
Take me as your own

We'll fly off into the branches
We'll build ourselves a nest
We'll soar together over the treetops
And come back home to rest

Little bird, you wake up every morning
The sunlight warms your wings
Not just once but a thousand times over
A lover's song you must sing

Not just once but a thousand times over
A lover's song you must sing