Little bird up in the tree
Sing your song for you and me
Branches bare until the spring
But still you find the strength to sing
Cold the air and crisp the snow
Wintry are the winds that blow
But still you puff your bright wee breast
And prob'ly get such little rest
Flitting by my window pane
On the hunt for food again
Do you dream like humans do?
Of warming summer's golden hue?
As in the branches feathers fold
Around you to keep out the cold
Though you'll think this thought absurd
I wish my life was like that bird
For what do birds need for their care?
The sky, the tree, the seed, the air
Oh little bird up in the tree
Do you have some room for me?