Lyrics

I’ve seen my share of dead little birds,
dead little birds, my oh my!
So small and so sweet, how I pray they will meet
in the sky, in the sky, in the sky.
I can’t save them all from the ground;
Maybe not any at all.

I’ve sung my share of old country songs,
old country songs, my oh my!
And the stories I told were seldom my own,
but somehow they still make me cry.
Some part of them somehow is true;
some part of me speaking to you.

And I’ve lost my share of hope in this world,
hope in this world, my oh my!
But my part I shall play in the light of this day,
like the bird in the sky, in the sky.
And my moment on faltering wings
is the moment I’m starting to sing.

I’ve seen my share of dead little birds,
dead little birds, my oh my!
So small and so sweet, how I pray they will meet
in the sky, in the sky, in the sky.