My Songbird by Jesse Winchester
Winchester
Songbird in a golden cage
She'd prefer the blue
How I crave the liquor of her song.
Poor bird who has done no harm
What harm could she do ?
She shall be my prisoner her life long.
My songbird wants her freedom
Now don't you think I know ?
But I can't find it in myself
To let my songbird go
I just can't let her go.
O Lord, when your jeweler's eye
Peers into my soul
O Lord, I am overcome with shame.
Take me, Lord, and purify
Heal me with a word
Lord, I beg a gift I dare not claim.
My songbird wants her freedom
Now don't you think I know ?
But I can't find it in myself
To let my songbird go
I just can't let her go.
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