White Bird

White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone

The leaves blow
'Cross 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

The sunsets come, the sunsets go
The clouds pile high, and the earth moves slow
And the young bird's eyes do always know

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