A Little Bird Told Me

A little bird told me

Something I did not want to hear

It said you were leaving

Something I did not want to hear

The little bird told me

It told me you did not want to go

Did the little bird scold me?

It said things I did not want to know

There may be more than one way

To take the cat and skin it up right

But there's only one way

To make everything come out all right

There may be only one way

To get that stitch to turn into nine

But there's only one way

To let me know it will all be fine

Grass doesn't cover over all of the pain

And dirt just washes away in the rain

Beautiful days are followed by clouds

And sometimes talking isn't allowed

A little bird told me

But now I'm going to shut my ears

And if you don't scold me

Then I can dry all my tears

And watch the birds flying

And hold you until it's time to go

And try not to think about

The things that I just don't want to know

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