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