Verse 1 Oh, Little son My pretty, pretty bird Oh, little son My pretty, pretty bird You have lost the will to fly Death is churning in all of his glory Heaven forbid he get it right this time We plucked all your feathers And we laughed at the horror Sweet tragedy PreChorus That little bird was shiny and new You dont fly like you use to Verse 2 Oh, little son The prize is always worth the rocky ride And you could fly if you tried You could fly if you tried You could fly if you tried Chorus Beautiful bird Beautiful bird, oh x6
bird, fly, pretty, son, tried