White bird,
in a golden cage,
on a winter's day,
in the rain
White bird,
in a golden cage,
alone
The leaves blow,
Across the long black road
To the darkened skies,
in its rage
But the white bird just sits in her cage,
alone
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird,
dreams of the aspen trees,
with their dying leaves,
turning gold
But the white bird just sits in her cage,
growing old
White bird must fly or she will die
White bird must fly or she will die
The sunsets come, the sunsets go
The clouds pile high,the air moves slow
And the young bird's eyes do always know
She must fly,
She must fly,
She must fly
White bird,
In a golden cage,
On a winter's day, in the rain
White bird,
In a golden cage alone
White bird must fly or she will die
White bird must fly or she will die
White bird must fly or she will die