dear little bird on high
please bend to hear my cry
this old oak tree

has fallen on me
go tell the world what you see
go tell the world what you see


my wings are good and strong
and i will sing the song

from every height
from noon to night
I'll tell the world of thee

I'll tell the world of thee

pray, fly, as storm clouds come

i hear the thunder drum
and cannot last
while held down fast

beneath this heavy tree
beneath this heavy tree


with a heavy heart i fly
through stormy bands of sky
I'll fain to speak

though i grow weak
to tell the world of thee
to tell the world of thee


now tell what word you've brought
dear bird, is rescue sought?

in this cold and chill
my heart grows still
pray, have you news for me?

pray, have you news for me?

I flew both far and wide

and from every perch I cried
but there was not a one
who said he'd come

to end your misery
to end your misery


oh woe is lonesome me
to face death's honesty
and alone with you

I wish I knew
a song to make me free
a song to make me free


come join your voice with mine
and sing with a heart sublime

a verse that spins
through stormy winds
in love with eternity

in love with eternity

in moonlit shadows soft

a song was borne aloft
and through heavy snow
the winds did blow

a hopeful melody
a hopeful melody