Words and music by Michael Phillips
(c) 1997 Jive Music. Used by permission.
Birdie, she's flown away,
Maybe she's found a better place,
She sure wasn't born to be kept confined.
One day, in an unguarded moment,
She left without a trace.
By instinct, she followed a natural sign,
By instinct, she followed a natural sign.
On a day of rain and water
I saved her from the flood
And took her to my fireside to dry.
I smoothed out her feathers
All covered with mud,
And I kept her like the apple of my eye,
And I kept her like the apple of my eye.
I thought to feed her and to protect her
And to always keep her warm
Would end her urge for freedom and make her stay for long.
For fear that just one day without me
She'd be helpless and forlorn,
I chained her down where she did not belong,
I chained her down where she did not belong.
I tried to befriend her,
I thought I could make her mine,
I built around her a golden cage,
Hopin' to keep her till the end of time.
I cast my bread upon the waters,
But now she sails across the southern skies,
She'll live on someone else's crumbs until next spring.
I hope she'll remember
Whereever she flies,
Who she can turn to with a broken wing,
Who she can turn to,
Yes, who she can turn to,
Who she can turn to
With a broken wing.