Young Birds Fly - Oliver

What’s gone wrong with Mary?

I hear them say

Mary’s not the Mary of yesterday

She’s gone to changin' her hair

And she laughs and she cries

And her life seems to be

Such a worried and jumbled affair

Well, I have talked to Mary

I’ve searched her eyes

And if you ask of Mary

I’ll tell you why

It’s Mary’s time to run

Through the mad, through the sane,

Through the joy and the pain

'Til she finds her place in the sun

For young birds fly in early spring

They learn new songs to sing

And each song they know

Can help them to grow

Mary questions everything

She’s ever known before

And want her as we may

She just won’t listen anymore

But let her find a way

And soon’ll come a glorious day

When everything’s been sorted through

The streets will be reported

How the people congregate

To feel the love within her heart

And to listen to the music in her mind

Young birds fly in early spring

They learn new songs to sing

Young birds fly in early spring

Oh oh oh oh

Young birds fly in early spring

They learn new songs to sing

Young birds fly in early spring

(Young birds fly in early spring

Oh oh oh oh

Young birds fly in early spring)

Young birds go on and fly away

Fly

Go on and fly

Fly away