Little Bird Harry Belafonte

A little bird come sit upon my window-sill
Sat there thru the falling rain
As I watched that bird upon my window-sill
Saw my thoughts of you go by again

And the picture of my face reflecting on the pane
Is it tears I see or is it rain

I remember how we talked before we said goodbye
Too young to know this world outside our door
And now the miles of time have built a wall my love
And though I try I just can't tear it down

I said that love takes many shapes it has no forms
Has no boundaries has no grips to hold
But time will take the foolish hand and twist a tinged pain
And make the heart look back with eyes grown old

And the picture of my face reflecting on the pane
Is it tears I see or is it rain

I have no regrets about the past there's nothing I can change
Life's a road you walk just one way down
But looking back I do recall that frame of time
When the world was love and time was just a thought