Chirp, chirp their music flows,

They hop, they skip, they fly.

They are the birds, they shall
never die.

The wonders music comes from inside.


They hop, they skip, they fly.

Form place to place, from sky to sky.

The wonders of music comes from inside

They never waver when they glide.


From place to place, from sky to sky,

They make their world from above.

They never waver when they glide

In their nests of nature.


They make their world from above.

And yet we still try to find,

In their nests of nature.

They are such joyous creatures.


And yet we still try to find,

That music from within.

They are such joyous creatures.

They spread the smiles and the music.


They fill the corners, even the ones so high.

They are the birds, they shall never die.

We will never catch, we will never be, we will never know the sky.

Chirp, Chirp, their music flows.