Lyrics

Who are these little birds
They come by each day
We give them seeds when it’s cold
We love their songs so gay
We love that they stay

Why have the little birds
Stayed in these mountains old
Why don’t they seek the Sun, where
Days aren’t so cold
It’s a hard life I’m told

Walking down a crystal path
Crunch of snow under our boots
Stop, pause, listening
To the quiet absolute

What do the little birds
Know about this day
You know it could be Christmas
The way they sing of praise
A day of birth you say

Maybe the little birds
Remember what t’was like
Before we stopped listening
Stopped taking quiet hikes
Listening to the night

Walking down a crystal path
Crunch of snow under our boots
Stop, pause, listening
To the quiet absolute

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet; Jeff Sweet Music ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP