| Little bird come sit upon my window sill
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| Sat there through the falling rain
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| As I watched that bird upon my window sill
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| I saw my thoughts of you go by again
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| And the picture of my face reflected on the pane
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| Is it tears I see or is it rain?
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| I remember how we talked before we said goodbye;
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| Too young to know the world outside our door
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| And now the miles of time have built a wall my love
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| And though I try I just can’t tear it down
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| No regrets about the past; |
| there’s nothing I can change
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| Oh, life’s a road we walk just one way down
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| And looking back I do recall that frame of time
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| When the world was love and time was just a thought
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| Many things go many ways. |
| Your force of life is such
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| We all must pick that road of life to walk
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| And age gives off old memories like hand-notes in a log
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| Where the world is time and love is just a thought
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| As my thoughts go tumbling back I wonder how you look
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| I wonder if you’ve seen that little bird
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| I wonder if he sat upon your window sill
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| I wonder if you’ll ever hear these words |