Little Bird, my Little Bird
Soar away on the wings of your dreams
But when morning comes, fly home to me
So I can tell you good morning
Stars above light the way just for you
Say hello to the man on the moon
But when morning comes, fly home to me
So I can tell you good morning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely loved this. Made me think of my own children and grandchildren.