It's okay little bird, rest your weary head. When you fall from up ahead. Tired little head, trembling little wings. You poor little thing. You won’t feel a thing. Soft as a whisper, light as the rain. You poor little thing. You won’t feel a thing. Soft as a whisper, light as the rain. Oh, you poor little thing. You’ll never feel a thing. You’ll never feel a thing. Oh, you’ll never fly so high. Oh, you’ll never fall so far. Oh, you’ll never fly so high. You’ll never fall so far. I'll pluck out your feathers, One by one. I'll pluck out your feathers, One by one. I'll pluck out your feathers, One. By. One.
