Little Bird (Acoustic Version) Lyrics

Little bird I'll be flying away

To a foreign land, a foreign place

Where the trees grow tall

In amongst the sand

And the bombs that go off at night were made

By the hands of man

And I'll write to you as often as I can

Telling you of this place, and how I am

Little bird I'll be counting the days

Until I can come home to you

And see your beautiful face

Many men think just like I do

But they bite back on their tongues

Afraid and told not to speak the truth

And they don't know what we're fighting for

If not for them, then for whom anymore

Ooh, ooh, ohh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ohh, ooh

Little bird now, don't you cry

When those nice men and their letter drop by

You can visit me on the wall written in stone

And I hope you'll make the journey there

Because I'll feel cold and alone

With the names that I've never known

So many of them waiting to come home