Sing the song of my heart,

little bird

sing of it in the beats of your wings

in the wind rushing past

Sing for me, even when dark,

little bird

so that I will not grow cold and lonely

sing to me of what it was like once

and what could be again

sing to me of hope, of love, of laughter, of light

Sing to me of your trees, giants of the land

Sing for me when I cannot,

little bird

when my mind falters, and I threaten to fall

when I have become ensnared, trapped,

sing my song and I shall remember

my heart shall remember what it once was

Sing the song of my heart, little bird

and I shall come back to you.