Songbird

Sweetly sings the songbird,
Beside that placid lake,
I don’t know what you heard,
But you misheard; your mistake.
Motionless is the water,
It takes its shelter from the trees,
Mother, son, father, daughter,
There’s no heart, no air, no breeze.
But there’s a songbird in a tree,
Singing a sublime melody,
About how much I love you,
And how much you love me.
Beautiful is the spirit,
That is sharing this with me,
There’s a dream, I am in it,
And I’m longing to be free.
I’m sure that she could gather mist,
To stop it blocking out the sun,
For it hides a sky of amethyst,
So I’ll know when the day is done.
And there’s a songbird in a tree,
Singing a sublime melody,
About how much I love you,
And how much you love me.
And you don’t need me to put into words,
Exactly how I feel.
Mere words won’t do justice to
These emotions I long to reveal.
There’s a songbird in a tree,
Singing a sublime melody,
About how much I love you,
And how much you love me.
There’s a songbird in a tree,
(And you don’t need me to put into words)
Singing a sublime melody,
(Exactly how I feel)
About how much I love you,
(Such words won’t do justice to)
And how much you love me,
(All I’ll reveal).