Bird Alone - Abbey Lincoln

Bird alone, flying high

Flying through a clouded sky

Sending mournful soulful sounds

Soaring over troubled grounds

Bird alone with no mate

Turning corners tempting fate

Flying circles in the air

Are you on your way somewhere?

Gliding, soaring on the wind

You’re a sight of glory

Flying way up there so high

Wonder what’s your story

Bird alone, flying low

Over where the grasses grow

Swingin' low, then out of sight

You’ll be singing in the night

Gliding, soaring on the wind

You’re a sight of glory

Flying way up there so high

Wonder what’s your story

Bird alone, flying low

Over where the grasses grow

Swingin' low, then out of sight

You’ll be singing in the night