My heart is like a lonely bird,
That sings in the morning light,
And its song is like a whispered word,
To the love that fills the night.
Oh, the love that fills the night,
And the song that fills the air,
Is a message of pure delight,
And a promise to share.
And a promise to share.
That sings in the morning light,
And its song is like a whispered word,
To the love that fills the night.
Oh, the love that fills the night,
And the song that fills the air,
Is a message of pure delight,
And a promise to share.
And a promise to share.