[Verse 1] Little bird on winter air, Swallow wings are everywhere, Circling ‘round the quiet home, Calling out the host alone. [Verse 2] “Come outside now, take a look, See the flock beside the brook, All your lambs are waking new, Every life beginning true.” [Chorus] All your fields are shining steady, Fortune’s coming when you’re ready, All your fields are shining steady, Fortune’s coming when you’re ready. Maybe not in gold you measure, But your love is still your treasure. [Bridge: Soft trumpet solo over warm chords, subtle bell sparkles, gentle vocal swell] [Verse 3] Little bird on winter air, Swallow wings are everywhere... [Outro: Slow fade with soft Rhodes, distant bells, brushed drums, warm snowy‑night reverb]
