Bird flew by
And then wondered, wondered why
She was wise enough
To stay up in the sky
From there she could wonder
The reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
Your life flies away
As the night turns to day
If you stop once to think
Your hair will soon turn grey
But one would like to wonder
For the reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
The list of fault starts
And crumbled, broken hearts
Comes from the need
To play so many parts
One would like to wonder
The reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
The wind and the rain
Shook hands again
Untouched by the world
They managed to stay sane
They were able to wonder
For the reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
Bird flew by
And then wondered, wondered why
She was wise enough to stay
Up in the sky
From there she could wonder
The reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
Bird flew by And then wondered, wondered why She was wise enough To stay up in the sky From there she could wonder The reason What's the point of a year Or a season
Your life flies away As the night turns to day If you stop once to think Your hair will soon turn grey But one would like to wonder For the reason What's the point of a year Or a season
The list of fault starts And crumbled, broken hearts Comes from the need To play so many parts One would like to wonder The reason What's the point of a year Or a season
The wind and the rain Shook hands again Untouched by the world They managed to stay sane They were able to wonder For the reason What's the point of a year Or a season
Bird flew by And then wondered, wondered why She was wise enough to stay Up in the sky From there she could wonder The reason What's the point of a year Or a season
beautiful song.