In the quiet of the mornin’
long before the cock does crow
the early bird, she comes a singin’
(hard tellin’ what she knows)
Seems to me, her tweets are secret-
coded notes with birdy words
so concise and quite direct
the foreign language that I heard
♫ ♪ ♫
I bet, she often wonders if
her love can hear her song
restin’ in his tree on yonder cliff
Is it for her, he truly longs?
Is it for her, he waits at sea?
Does he not know her place?
Can he not see that he is free
to leave that lonely space?
♫ ♪ ♫
‘Twas then, I swear, I heard her sigh
one quiet chirp released
Her sadness nearly made me cry
as if her love deceased
Sometimes, the world just seems to stop
I know not how or why
alone we stand — no stage — no props
but moments do pass by
In the stillness of that wanin’ night
no single thought in mind
I watched the dark give way to light
and understood their kind
Right then, I heard the sound of wings
a feather brushed my nose!
I felt the grace the good Lord brings
and shouted, “There he goes!”
I raised my eyes to clear blue skies
observin’ love in flight
two mates — forever in faith they rise
with nothin’ but hope in sight