White Bird

White bird In a golden cage On a winter's day In the rain White bird In a golden cage All alone The leaves blow Across a long black road To its darkened sky In its rage But the white bird Just sits in her cage All alone White bird must fly or she will die White bird must fly or she will die White bird Dreams of 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 White bird must fly or she will die The sunset comes The sunset goes The clouds roll by but the earth turns slow And a young bird's eyes do always glow She must fly She must fly She must fly She must fly She must fly She must fly White bird Dreams of 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 White bird must fly White bird must fly