Birds Of A Feather
Where do you go little bird?
When it rains or snows real hard.
When it’s dark and time to sleep.
Where do you go? Where do you go?
Tell me, does the winter bring
A chill and life to your wings?
Do you think or is it instinct little bird?
I no longer see you in my yard.
These are all mysteries much too deep.
Where do you go? Where do you go?
My love, you’re like the little bird.
Where are you when life gets hard?
I’m cold and all alone as I weep.
Where do you go? Where do you go?
Tell me does the hard times bring
a chill to your heart that sings
run to safety, never saying a word.
I have drawn the joker card.
Nothing left ,but, to cry and weep.
Where do you go? Where do you go?
In springtime you return without a word.
Your song sounds cheerful in the yard.
It wakes me up from my restless sleep.
Where did you go? Where did you go?
Does the springtime make you sing
the chirps of happiness that you bring?
Is it love or how you’re made, little bird?
I’m so happy to see you in my yard.
I feel a strong urge just to weep.
Where did you go? Where did you go?
You show up without a word.
Like a wandering musical bard
You bring warmth and love to keep.
Where did you go? Where did you go?
“Forget all that” I want to sing.
Love is such a beautiful thing.
Though you’re like that little bird.
You leave and my life is marred.
You’re back now and mine to keep.
Where did you go? Where did you go?——–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)