Little Bird - The Beau Brummels

Are you really holding up the sky?

When around about you fly

I hang on your skirts of wind

On the heels of where you been gently flying

Do you lift the sun upon your wings?

Do you smile at all these things?

With the dawn unfolds the day

With the night puts sun away

For tomorrow

Once a fool came by this velvet room

With a cage of solid gold

Little bird took wing and climbed

To the sweetest and sugar pine

On the mountain

Little bird…

Little bird…