Ingrid

[Verse 1: Jack Van Cleaf] Fly on down, birdie, far from the North Pole I'll meet you in Georgia, trade peaches for snow You've had a hard time, birdie, like rocks and like stones But you sing when it's sunny, and you sing when it's cold [Interlude] [Verse 2: Jack Van Cleaf] Sing a song, birdie, for your body is grace And sing for your mama 'fore she flies away Sing a song, birdie, for all of your pain And you can sing a song, birdie, for the great Golden State [Verse 3: Jack Van Cleaf & Vivien Vaucher] And looking now, birdie, see how you've grown With eyes from the heavens and iron for bones Raising those brothers like two chicks of your own You've done a good job, birdie, you've done bеtter than most [Verse 4: Jack Van Cleaf & Vivien Vaucher, Jack Van Cleaf] Fly around Venice, fly around Romе Sink with the city and never come home Birdie, nobody blames you for flying away Look at you birdie, you carry this cage [Interlude] [Verse 5/Outro: Jack Van Cleaf, Jack Van Cleaf & Vivien Vaucher] So come on now, birdie, through the fury and the fire Fly a little, birdie, from your father, he's a liar I'll meet you in the city of the bicycle tires And you can sing with me, birdie, on the telephone wires