My Songbird - Emmylou Harris

Songbird in a gilded cage

He’d prefer the blue

How I crave the liquor of his song

Poor bird who has done no harm

What harm could he do?

He shall be my prisoner his life long

My songbird wants his freedom

Now don’t you think I know?

But I can’t find it in myself

To let my songbird go

No, I can’t let him go

O Lord, when your jeweler’s eye

Peers into my soul

O Lord, I am overcome with shame

Take me, Lord, and purify

Heal me with a word

Lord, I beg a gift I dare not claim

My songbird wants his freedom

Now don’t you think I know?

But I can’t find it in myself

To let my songbird go

No, I can’t let him go