In the springtime I will feed them
And they’ll come flying back
All those little birds
They will be eating out of our hands
When the nighttime comes to call
They’ll sit wide bellied on the stoop
And hear of all the songs
I wrote for you
Seasons may change but they cant change me
And the tides they will turn but they cant turn me
Cause I realized
I do it all for you
Yes I do baby
Now a promise is a promise and I promise to be true
All those little words
I will hold them for you
When the night comes to call
I will hold my lover close
And we will dance away all the burden of yesterday
Seasons they change but they cant change me
And the tides they will turn but they cant change me
Cause I realize
Its always been you
So come on little bird fly home
Come on little bird fly home
Come on little bird fly home
Come on little bird
Wont you fly home