The day had been long and the day had been cold

The day had finally said goodbye to the morn

The clouds had been glad and had poured out their delight

They had watered the clear blue sky

Then a bird had come and stood at my door, the bird had brought me some glee

In its steady beak was a sweet fruit branch, and the bird did say that it was for me

Oh sweet little bird won’t you come inside, let me make you some cinnamon tea

You can share my cup and cuddle with my feet, i’ll even sing to your pitch harmony

But sweet little bird had to leave me be, the sweet bird was now free

For he had promised the big old tree, that he would but do this sweet little deed for me

 

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