Open Your Front Door
The birds are singing
Outside my door
Singing to the trees
That these birds sit upon
The wind carries their singing
Along the creek below
Their song travels to the fish
Who swim in the creek below
The fish carry these sounds
Out to the ocean floor
The music travels to the sails
Of the ships along this shore
The wind again will blow
To each beach on the edge
To the edge of the oceans door
So every soul will hear
These songs my birds are singing
Outside my front door
If you do not hear these birds singing
Open your front door
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