Once there were two lovely birds
And they lived in a woods by the sea
So high they flew into the lofty blue
Then returned to their nesting tree
Twas the waning of the year
And the world wore a shroud of white
When the woods were calm you could hear a joyous song
As they sang through the day and night
And they sang to the rising sun
And they sang to the wind and the sea
And they sang to the coming of the spring
In a voice so sweet and free
But one day she did not return
And maybe killed was she
By a young boys stone so innocently thrown
At a small thing of beauty
He called her everywhere
Fair winds blow my love to me
Is she in the clouds or the waves breaking loud
Is she flying o'er the sea
And he sang to the setting sun
And he sang to the moon and the stars
And he sang through the cold of the winter
For a love that could not come
Oh I still can hear his song
And it always shall remind
What the heart dreams of, a pure and simple love
A love that persists through time
And maybe it will be
By the song from his trembling throat
That she will hear and one day will appear
And together again they'll be
And they'll sing to the rising sun
And they'll sing to the wind and the sea
And they'll sing to the coming of the spring
In a voice so sweet and free
Once there were two lovely birds
And they lived in a woods by the sea
So high they flew into the lofty blue
Then returned to their nesting tree