You look so lovely lying there with dreamland's grin up on your face
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Your golden curls in disarray upon your starched white pillow case
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The soft blue satin covers pulled up tight around your lovely throat
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It almost makes me want to go destroy the message on the note
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The note I left upon your perfumed stationary by the phone
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I hate to think about you waking up at dawn to find me gone
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It hurts me so to get up in the middle of the night and go
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But thinking back I do remember faintly that I told you so
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I told you I was like a bird a free and wild and restless thing
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And even though I take a mate and build a nest in early spring
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When summer winds have had their day and winter clouds are flying high
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Instinctively I spread my wings and fly
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I only know that I must go and nothing here must hold me back
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I like the love you gave me and the tender way you scratched my back
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I like your warm sweet kisses and the way you cook your ham and eggs
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I like the way the suntan lotion softened up your lovely legs
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I like the static noise I heard when you would sit and brush your hair
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The way you gave yourself to me and never asked to go nowhere
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But most of all I like the way you always smiled and never frowned
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The way you took this chance for love and grasped me just for what I am
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I told you I was like a bird...
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And now my darling as I leave I fight the yearning in my blood
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To wake you up and love you just once more before I go for good
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But somehow I am fighting back my passion for I cannot stay
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And someday you'll look back and know best it ended up this way
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I told you I was like a bird...
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I fly I fly
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Like A Bird (spread My Wings And Fly)
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| George Morgan |
