Fodder in Her Wings - Nina Simone

A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth

She had fodder in her wings

She had dust inside her brains

She flitted here and there

United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere

With fodder in her wings

And dust inside her brains

Oh how sad.

Oh how sad.

Oh how sad

She watched the people, how they live

They’ve forgotten how to give

They had fodder in they’re brains

They had dust inside they’re wings

She watched them how they tried to live

They’ve forgotten how to give

They had fodder in they’re wings

They had dust inside they’re brains

Oh how sad.

Oh how sad.

Oh how sad

A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth

She had fodder in her wings

She had dust inside her brains

She flitted here and there

United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere

With fodder in her wings

And dust inside her brains

Oh how sad.

Oh how sad.

Oh how sad

She watched the people, how they live

They’ve forgotten how to give

They had fodder in they’re brains

They had dust inside they’re wings

She watched them how they tried to live

They’ve forgotten how to give

They had fodder in they’re wings

They had dust inside they’re brains