
In the quiet of the mornin’
long before the cock does crow
the early bird, she comes a singin’
(hard tellin’ what she knows)
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Seems to me, her tweets are secret-
coded notes with birdy words
so concise and quite direct
the foreign language that I heard
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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?
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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?
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‘Twas then, I swear, I heard her sigh
one quiet chirp released
Her sadness nearly made me cry
as if her love deceased
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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
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In the stillness of that wanin’ night
no single thought in mind
I watched the dark give way to light
and understood their kind
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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!”
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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
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Uncle Tree
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