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

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