Free As a Bird
"Don't call me. I'll call you."
Not an easy thing to not do.
But it must be your lucky day
cause you've got your way.
When we met I should have known
you weren't really full grown.
In your hand you held my heart
but you wanted another part.
I gave it freely and now you're gone,
gone with the wind you blew in and out on.
Now you're free as the bird that sat in my tree,
free as the bird that flew away from me.
So fly away,
fly away,
fly away free.
You're free as a bird just like me.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Feb. 26, 2007
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Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016
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