It's the Little Things
Relax and let me rub your wings
I'll tell you stories and other things
Then rock you 'til you fall asleep
Sleep my bluebird, good and deep
And when you stretch your wings again
Awake from slumber later, then
I'll wrap your feathers beautiful
In Aran sweaters of finest wool
I'll play for you some folk guitar
One song in particular by The Civil Wars
Or Morning on the mandolin
Take this new one for a spin
Maybe you would care to sing
Well in that case l'll play anything
Or name a song, I'll learn it new
And present it as a gift for you
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