Oh, little birdie with the broken wing,
Will your heart ever be free to sing?
To be hobbled no more,
your soul able to soar?
Oh little birdie,don't let it be to late and leave it to fate to repair your broken bones
while you wander adrift without a home.

When they locked you in your gilded cage,they didn't know
that would have destroyed any hope seeds you allowed to grow.
They didn't mean to leave you alone,
They didn't know you got worse on your own.

Oh little birdie with the broken wing,
Will your heart ever be free to sing?
To be hobbled no more,
your soul able to soar?
Oh little birdie, don't let be to late,
and leave it to fate to repair your broken bones
while you wander adrift without a home.

If you don't have the strength to fly away from your pain,
you'll be like a prisoner chained.
Your weak heart will still beat,
but your spirit won't have any peace.
So you must find the courage to fly away,
and see the horizon dawn a new day.