| Southern Song |
|---|
| The beckoning call |
| Came down from the highland |
| The lights on the wall |
| With shadows running down |
| The southern song |
| All around me in my life |
| Gathering my thoughts |
| As I drift out through the brush |
| I’m not an ordinary bird |
| I wanna fly high |
| Dive into the water |
| Ride the ocean tide |
| I’m not an ordinary bird |
| I wanna fly high |
| Dive into the water |
| Ride the ocean tide |
| I’m not an ordinary bird |
| I wanna fly high |
| Dive into the water |
| Ride the ocean tide |
| I’m not an ordinary bird |
| I wanna fly high |
| Dive into the water |
| Ride the ocean tide |
| Unsettling flight |
| It flows to divert me back to the quiet life |
| That I left behind |
| I soar through the night |
| Still I rise with the morning tide |
| To gather up my thoughts |
| As i drift out to the sun |
| I don’t want to live like an ordinary bird |
| I wanna fly high |
| Dive into the water |
| Ride the ocean tide |
| I’m not an ordinary bird |
| I wanna fly high |
| Dive into the water |
| Ride the ocean tide |
| I’m not an ordinary bird |
| I wanna fly high |
| Dive into the water |
| Ride the ocean tide |
| I’m not an ordinary bird |
| I wanna fly high |
| Dive into the water |
| Ride the ocean tide |
