white bird, in a golden cage, on a winter\'s day, in the rain,
white bird, in a golden cage, all alone,
the leaves blow, across a long black road, to its darkened sky, in its rage,
but the white bird, just sits in her cage, all alone,
white bird must fly or she will die (x2)
white bird, dreams of aspen trees, with their dying leaves turning gold,
but the white bird, just sits in her cage growing old,
white bird must fly or she will die (x2)
the sunset comes, the sunset goes, the clouds roll by but the earth turns slow, and a young bird\'s eyes do always glow, she must fly, she must fly, she must fly, she must fly…
white bird, dreams of aspen trees, with their dying leaves, turning gold,
but the white bird, just sits in her cage, growing old
white bird must fly, or she will die (x2)
she must fly (x4)
