[Verse] Little crest raised when the morning comes Soft feet tap where the sunbeam runs You tilt your head, then you answer the day With a bright small call that carries away [Pre-Chorus] Feathers lift, the whole room turns A tiny heart with a wild note burns [Chorus] Cockatiels, rise and sing Gold on your cheeks, brave little wings Through the hush, your clear calls fly Small bright sparks in a vast blue sky [Outro] Rest your crest as the day folds in One last sweet call, then quiet again
