Watching the sun fade away,
Skies once blue are now grey.
An ocean smooth now disturbed by waves,
A little black bird can't find its way.
Through the clouds and above the trees,
That single black bird has found me.
His little black feathers turn into clothes,
and soon enough everyone knows.
Feathers on his head turn a golden brown,
Dark brown eyes tear and frown.
I touch his wing it forms a hand,
The little black bird has grown into a man.
Now the path which he has found,
Weaves its way home along the ground.
I sit on the porch and wait 'til the day,
With the grass and flowers we can finally lay.
In each other's arms we can peacefully sleep...
But please, so you know, we don't want you to weep.
