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
The Elephant Room - Little Bird (Acoustic Version) Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Brooks Carlston
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