Spring Birds

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