When my grandmother Bee was a girl she was told
Of a towering elm 300 years old
His branches were claws that pulled other trees down
He had roots growing wild to the neighbouring town
But his heart was as cruel as his looks would suggest
Because deep in his bark was a nest
Gonna write a letter to someone
Gonna write it eloquently
So when that someone gets it
It'll paint a picture for me
Gonna paint them into the forest
Under rain clouds heavy as lead
And every leaf dead at their feet
And every animal fled
Fly away little birdie
Fly away my friend
Fly away little birdie
I'll get you in the end
Gonna pull the night down from heaven
And squeeze the light from the moon
If he dare shine down on you
I'll pop him like a balloon
Gonna flood your heart with a river
And sail right into your soul
And when I reach that blinding light
I'll paint it blacker than coal
Fly away little birdie
Fly away my friend
Fly away little birdie
I'll get yooooouuu