There is a little bird
in my tree of dreams,
fantastic promises
of love and what it means

I will catch the bird
teach it how to love me.
It's light as fairy floss.
It will not want to flee.

Its foot unloops the snare.
Alas! It flies aaway.
Papa, you taught me wrong.
My love has gone astray.

You told me lies Papa,
I couldn't keep my love.
'In time my boy, love comes to you
when you release your dove.'