Would I Were a Yellow Bird

Would I were a yellow bird, No woes would be on me I’d fly me past the Sawney roofs And past the canopy, O I’d fly so high above this earth Above this great frontier, You’d think me but a yellow bird Just a-gone and disappeared. I’d soar out into sunlit skies Where the clouds have all gone home And I’d soar out over churning tides, Bleached white with briny foam Well I’d soar above the lofty peaks Of mountains gray and blue Just to perch atop those crowns of rock And sit in wait for you. O I’d fly tomorrow if I could, In fact I’d fly today, But my wings have not grown strong enough To fly me anyway So here I’ll sit, atop this nest These skies I’m doomed to roam Would I were a yellow bird, Then I would fly me home.