The little bird upon the hill,
she’d left her home,
so sad.
And now she’s friendless
all alone,
so sad,
She’s got the wind to dry her tears,
she’s got the wind to ease her fears
why don’t you help her,
give her strength
protect her while the rain beats roll
and be her wind and parasol.
The little bird upon the hill
she’d left her home
so sad.
But now she’s smiling,
help is here
she’s got no doubts, got no fear,
so glad.
Copyright: Anthony Leonard Ostheimer (ALO), 25 October 1972 (finished 12 September 1973)