The way I feel is like a robin whose baits have flown to come no more
A tall old tree alone and crying when the birds have flown and the nest is bare
Now a woman, oh, is like a young bird and a tall old tree is a young man's heart
Among his boughs he will find a nesting when the nights are cool she is warm and dry
Your coat of green it will protect her her wings will grow your love will too
But all too soon your mighty friendship will cease to hold her and she'll fly from you
And I wish to fly I will follow you
If you wait for me I will fly away I will fly away
I will fly away