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