A shy bird sat in an oaken tree
And drawn like a man to the violent sea
My heartbeat stilled as she sang to me

I caught her with my hand outreached
And held her, so she’s mine to keep
And now her song will never cease

Oh what a joy
What a friend
Lend me your love
As though I intent
Oh what a toy
What a man
I’ve become
To hold for too long

The moonlight fell on an empty scene
A silence where she used to be
A ghost left by the unreleased
And like a lover lost will never be the same
And as the sunlight from the sky must surely fade
So does the singing of a shy bird in a cage