WHITE BIRD
IN A GOLDEN CAGE
ON A WINTER'S DAY
IN THE RAIN
WHITE BIRD
IN A GOLDEN CAGE
A LONE
THE LEAVES BLOW
'CROSS THE LONG
BLACK ROAD
TO THE DARKENED SKY
IN ITS RAGE
BUT THE WHITE BIRD
JUST SITS IN HER CAGE
UNKNOWN
WHITE BIRD MUST FLY
SHE WILL DIE
THE WHITE BIRD
DREAMS OF
THE ASPEN TREE
WITH ITS DYING LEAVES
TURNING GOLD
BUT THE WHITE BIRD
JUST SITS IN HER CAGE
GROWING OLD
WHITE BIRD MUST FLY
OR SHE WILL DIE
WHITE BIRD MUST FLY
OR SHE WILL DIE
THE SUNSETS COME
THE SUNSETS GO
THE CLOUDS FLOAT BY
BUT THE EARTH
TURNS SLOW
AND THE YOUNG
BIRD'S EYES
DO ALWAYS GLOW
AND SHE MUST FLY
SHE MUST FLY
SHE MUST FLY
WHITE BIRD
IN A GOLDEN CAGE
ON A WINTER'S DAY
IN THE RAIN
WHITE BIRD
IN A GOLDEN CAGE
A LONE
WHITE BIRD MUST FLY
SHE WILL DIE
WHITE BIRD MUST FLY
OR SHE WILL DIE
WHITE BIRD MUST FLY
OR SHE WILL DIE
WHITE BIRD MUST FLY