There are birds in the park
Who may sing a song
Passed down through generations
Of the girl who loved a boy
There are birds in the park
Who won’t believe the song
Until they see it for themselves
And you kiss me again.
There are birds in the park
Who were born this year
And those who will die
Before you are here.
There are birds in the park
Who can fly to you
While I stay in my cage
And wait to be set free.