before. You don?t believe that I?m worth all your kisses, I?m worth more than this, but you ignore. How many birds will I see high and flying? How many birds
right. Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!" Rise up this mornin', Smiled with the risin' sun, Three little birds
or untold truth in anything... But living on in others, in memories and dreams Is not enough You want everything Another world where the sun always shines And the birds
the birds What are we gonna do with you? Same tale every time What are we gonna do with you? Come on inside Looking back is for the birds The birds
: The birds are the keepers of our secret As they saw us where we lay In the deepest grass of springtime In a reckless guilty haze Did they sing a million
: Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh babe, I used to be so lonely Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs
say Spare me lily-white lillies With the awful perfume of decay Banish all dismay Extinguish every sorrow If I'm lost or I'm forgiven The birds will still
hatful of quarters and a naked song Don't answer the question of where we belong How come birds Don't fall from the sky when they die? How come birds
know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: you must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds.
: (Traditional) When rose the eastern star, the birds came from a-far, In that full might of glory. With one melodious voice they sweetly did rejoice
The birds they circle in the sky Oh the birds they circle in the sky the birds the circle in the sky for all the blood red tears I cried Oh, the birds
trip up and grassy bits inbetween all the matter in the world, is how much i like you. she said what? he said let me try and explain again. right birds
: Birds fighting in midair And all the sky is theirs There's all of the sky Yet they peck anothers eyes Free as a bird! Or is that just a word
: Lover, there will be another one Who'll hover over you beneath the sun Tomorrow see the things that never come Today When you see me Fly away without
it to her. You know it's now or never." Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song. My father never told me about the birds &
So many letters that I never send I think about you at the day's end The time that we had I laughed in my bed The stupid things you said We were two birds
They got some nigga's from Texas, comin' down with some birds So what's the word nigga, (jack 'em) straight serve [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] I got some birds
: You and John are birds You and John are ghosts You and John are genies, guarding my coast And in my address book, you're depicted as birds Drawn in
