© Copyright 1977-2026. All words and music by Jay Moxham. (Backstory in photo caption.) What do the birds do all day? Why are we working while birdies can play? We're not designed for being confined to a cage Just like a bird looking absurd in a cage We should be free to just sing (la-la la-laaa) High in a tree, oh what joy it would bring Watching the cows, the sheep and the ploughs in the field Looking for worms that wriggle and squirm for a meal And the sun's going down As the lights come on in town And the cold wind starts blowing And you're knowing night is near. And the fox is on the prowl Far below the hooting owl And the stars shine, through the tall pines, And you soon find sleep is near. [Instrumental Break] Awake and sing songs to the sun Happy to find a new day has begun Gazing around, hear only the sound of the dawn Beckoning those who rise from a doze with a yawn Drinking from cool country streams Living your life without chasing your dreams Happy to be a bird in a tree in a breeze And maybe one day... when feathers are grey... die in peace And the sun's going down As the lights come on in town And the cold wind starts blowing And you're knowing night is near And the fox is on the prowl Far below the hooting owl And the stars shine, through the tall pines And you soon find sleep is here. [Outro]
