Little Wren

LITTLE WREN 3:35

Flying high, flying low
little wren flits at my window
flying left and flying right
been waiting for your sign
my bag sits by the door
I need nothing more

flying high, flying low
I can read your palm
I can show you home
but I’m so blind on my own

flying high, flying low
little wren flits at my window
been waiting for your call
the wind pulls
now it’s time for me to follow

flying high, flying low
fortunes grow and fortunes die
I might have missed your coming by
if I’d been looking with my eyes

I can show you the way
I can point the way home
if you’ll take my hand
cause I’m so blind on my own