Mother bird sits in the nest Up in the tree, she sits to rest The cool wind blows upon the leaves She lays her eggs, one, two, three With cautious care she guards each one Until the time, the time has come. Cracking, opening, softly cheeping Three little mouths, that need feeding She takes flight to gather food Daily working for her brood Each week growing, feathers showing Stretching, calling, warm wind blowing Crowding, moving, calling, singing Spring has come, change it’s bringing Today’s the day, the time’s at hand One little bird takes his stand And then he flies... Down and down and round and round Flittering, fluttering to the ground. And then he flies... Home to mother, home to nest Home to others, home to rest Growing bolder, getting stronger Days and flights are getting longer And then he flies... Longer, higher does he soar Faster, farther, more and more And then he flies... And then he flies… Mother bird sits in the tree anew Mother bird… and just two. Days are passing, moving slow Always wondering, who can know Hoping, sitting, waiting, singing Wondering what tomorrow's bringing And then he flies... And then he flies... Times of learning, longing, yearning Lead back home, to his returning Soaring, calling, getting near Above the trees, he does appear Up in the sky, they all unite Mother, brood, in joyous flight And then they fly... And then they fly...