Little black bird don't hover,
for all you bring is death.
I know your wrecked soul seeks vengance,
there's no gleeful singing for you!
But why must you hover, and why so close?
Should I go take cover, or will I let you land on me?
Come little black bird, land on my shoulder.
For I shall not be afraid, I do not fear you, but within me
you shall find the key to liberate your wrecked soul.