Little Bird from Camp Disappointment by Fleeting Suns

Oh little bird
Oh won’t you fly
Far away from me
Oh little bird
Please won’t you fly
Smoke turn to burn
Ash in the urn
Oh the tragedy
Of burning woods
The crackle of the pines
Down in the nest
Hoping that the sparks
From the axe you grind
Didn’t start the fire that took so many lives
And you been there a while
Organizing things
Picking up twigs
Sitting on the eggs
You thought would help but only weigh you down

And I heard
That it ends just how it starts
A little bit of loneliness
I know it seems dark
But if you come close
And you listen with your heart
You’ll find happiness
Is never too far
Won’t you fly
Won’t you fly
Little Bird

Watch fire
Burn out
You love
The warmth
Cold heart
Warmed by
The heat
Fires of hell
And you could have done a million and one
Tell me all about it when it’s done
I see it burnin’ up on in the hills
Death shows a scythe
Deep in the eye
Of every creature creeping in their mind
And rolling deeper deeper down
Deeper down down deeper down
Deeper down down deeper down
Deeper down down deeper down
Deeper down down deeper down
Deeper down down

And I heard
That It ends just how it starts
Little bit of loneliness
I know it seems dark
But if you come close
And you listen with your heart
You’ll find happiness
Is never too far
Won’t you fly
Won’t you fly
Little Bird

And I heard
That It ends just how it starts
Little bit of loneliness
I know it seems dark
But if you come close
And you listen with your heart
You’ll find happiness
Is never too far
Won’t you fly
Won’t you fly
Won’t you fly
Won’t you fly
Won’t you fly
Won’t you fly
Little Bird

• Indie Americana
• Rock
• folk rock
• prog folk
• Chicago