Perhaps I'll be a bird one day
if I am good enough
and I'll spread out and fly way
And give up all this stuff
I am from a country land
Where beauty only grows
and though I'd love to leave some day
I'd dare not ever go
And should you see my sister
She is small and gold
They will not hear a word you say
They don't believe in souls
Perhaps I'll be a bird one day
if I am good enough
and I'll get up and fly way
And give up all this stuff
I am from a country land
Where beauty only grows
and though I'd dream to leave some day
I'd dare not ever go
And should you see my sister
They are small and gold
They will not hear a word you say
They don't believe in souls
I am no deceiver
I am a believer
I am no deceiver