Sometimes it's hard to say
Even one thing true
When all eyes have turned aside

They used to talk to you
And people on the streets seem to disapprove
So you keep moving away

And forget what you wanted to say

Little bird

Little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said

Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me

I'm golden
Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from the lies
Nobody knows what's in the hold of your minds

We are all buildings and people inside
Never know who walks through the door
Is it someone that you've met before


Little bird
Little Bird

Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again

They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden


I know what I know
A wind in the trees and a road

That goes winding 'onder
From hear I see rain I hear thunder
Somewhere there's sun

And you don't need a reason

Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on

Quiet weekends, holidays
You come undone
Open your window and look upon

All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me


Little bird
Little Bird
Brush your gray wings on my head

Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy

But you told me
I'm golden
I'm golden