Bird in Hand - Anna Coddington

Bird in the garden, bird in hand

Clip its wings to make it land

I want you for my own delight

It breaks my heart when you take flight

To watch you rise, it hurts me

Bird in the treetops, bird in the sky

Clip its wings before the night

I want you here in my dreams

So I can figure out just what it means

To watch you fly, it hurts me

Why can’t I

Be the one with my face to the sun

Bird in the world, bird in my head

Clip its wings before it’s fled

Never let you out of sight again

Never sleep alone at night again

To watch you fly, it hurts me

Why can’t I

Be the one with my face to the sun

Be the one with my face to the sun