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Jerry Jeff Walker

Little Bird

 

Little Bird

(album: Live At Gruene Hall - 1989)


The finger picking pattern is up to you to figure out
I don't know how to explain it well enough
That's the key, though
Let your ears teach your fingers
Just like they taught your tongue how to talk

Little bird come and sat upon my window sill
Sat there through the pouring rain
As I watched that little bird upon my window sill
I saw my thoughts of you go by again

And a picture of my face reflected on the pane
Is it tears or is it rain?

I remember how we talked before we said goodbye
To young to notice the world outside our door
And how we laughed and said our love was free
Like birds that fly the winds
Well the rainy day made me think of you once more

I have no regrets about the past I see how young we were
When our world was love and life was but a thought
Many things go many ways and many times but once
Our lives have passed and that love is but a thought

So as the thoughts go tumbling back I wonder how you loved
Wonder if you've seen that little bird
I wonder if he's sat upon your window sill
I wonder if you'll ever hear these words

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