The way I feel is like a robin whose baits have flown to come no moreA tall old tree alone and crying when the birds have flown and the nest is bareNow a woman, oh, is like a young bird and a tall old tree is a young man's heartAmong his boughs he will find a nesting when the nights are cool she is warm and dryYour coat of green it will protect her her wings will grow your love will tooBut all too soon your mighty friendship will cease to hold her and she'll fly from youAnd I wish to fly I will follow youIf you wait for me I will fly away I will fly awayI will fly away
