Golden was the bird I knew,Sang a song so free then flew,And they won't come back,Can't come back.
Golden was the bird long gone,Sang a little while, flew on,And they won't come back,Can't come back.
Yeah, I woke one morning, long time gone,A magpie’d come to steal away my song,Was up against the window yeah tapping on the pane,But it couldn't get in, no, kept calling my name.
Golden was the bird,And they won't come back.

You are the sunshine melting the snow,You water the seed,You give what it needs,The leaves’ll grow,So give me the sunshine.
High on a hillside you are the breeze,I used to be small but then I grew tall,I turned into a tree,So give me a hillside.
Oh your love has fed the root,made my blossoms turn to fruit,Now the days are cold,The wind begins to blow.
Yeah your love has fed the root,from my branches fell the fruit,Now the days are cold,The wind begins to blow,Yeah the sun's getting low.
You are the sun,You are breeze,I used to be small,But now I'm a tree.