There, little bird, in the orange sky
Over the silver peaks, so high
Oh where do you wander? Where do you roam?

And when, will you, come home?
Oh when, will you, come home?


Oh little bird, where will, you fly?
Above the world, as time passes by?
Can't I come with you? Can't you just stay?

Or, doesn't work that way?
Or, doesn't work that way?


Oh little bird, you're far away.
Perhaps somewhere's night, or else, its day
So I shall stay here, and I shall not mourn

And hope for the day, you'll return.
And hope for the day you'll return.