White bird in a golden cage on a winters day in the rain
White bird in a golden cage alone
The leaves blow across the long black road through the darkened sky in its rage
But the white bird just sits in her cage alone
White bird must fly, she will die
The white bird dreams of the aspen trees with their 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 sunset go
The clouds roll by but the earth turns slow
The young birds eyes do always go 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 alone
White bird must fly or she will die
White bird must fly or she will die
White bird must fly or she will die
White bird must fly