Yellow Cedar Waxwing

Mid the lakes of Minnesota when I was just a child
My grandma took me down to pick Juneberries growing wild
She pointed to a tiny yellow bird upon the vine
There I learned this precious lesson that I hold dear in my mind

There’s a yellow Cedar Waxwing on the Juneberry bush
In the golden sunlight shining through the trees
God made the birds and flowers, He is everywhere we look
God loves the Cedar Waxwing; all the more He’ll care for you and me

I brought you here, my little buttercup, to do likewise
I'm turning grey but I still recall when I was just your size
I’ll lift you up so you can see the Waxwing in the glen
Help me remember someone I hope I’ll meet again

There’s a yellow Cedar Waxwing on the Juneberry bush
In the golden sunlight shining through the trees
God made the birds and flowers, He is everywhere we look
God loves the Cedar Waxwing; all the more He’ll care for you and me