Hear the Call

Hear the call Of the bird on the pane How loud it can be With a touch of the flame A call so tender So light and clear Like a whisper so low In the still of night Wings on high Wings below Wings to embrace Wings so bold In the morning light Sun shining bright Rain falling down With pitter patter Birds flying in flight Such a pretty sight With great delight Birds in song As they go along Flying in the clouds With the greatest of ease So they can please Hear the call The sound so loud Wings holding tight Whisper low