My Black Bird

Little black bird

Near my window

Building a nest

With Willow.

What's the riding?

Little black bird.

Sing songs of melody

About the rising Sun,

About the setting Sun

And the glory between them

As you wake from your dream.

Little black bird.

How many eggs will you lay?

Between five and eight?

Will you hatch them night or day?

Can your chicks eat prey

Before you let them pray?

Little black bird.

How do you come home

Without roads in the air?

Do you follow a star

When the weather is clear

To find my tree of pear?

Little black bird.

Chip - chip...chip - chip.

Your children sing.

Save them their lungs

And come home with new song.

The winds are coming strong.

Little black bird.

Your babies are trying their wings

To explore the open sky

Where space is large

To gain liberty to glide

With the freedom to decide.