Love Is a Bird

Love is a bird. It flies where it wants to

It's hard to hang on to. Love is a bird

You're gonna get hurt if you try to cage it

You'll just enrage it. Love is a bird

An empty glass, a smoked-filled room, I find myself alone

Sun shines through the open window where the bird has

flown

Yes I found a fallen angel, come from paradise

I helped mend it's broken wings, then I watched it fly

Love is a bird. It scatters its seed all around.

But it likes its freedom too. Love is a bird

I can see the purple mountain, faint and almost brown.

A speck so small and far away a-circlin' in the sun

Could it be the one I sheltered and held so tenderly?

It seems afraid of darkening shadows, it's winging back

to me

Love is bird. And it will find you. But you must be kind

to

Love is a bird. Don't fly away. Love is a bird. . .