White Bird Judy Collins

White bird in a golden cage
On a winter's day in the rain
White bird in a golden cage alone

The leaves blow
Across the long, black road
To the darkened skies
In it's rage

But the white bird
Just sits in her cage unknown

White bird must fly
Or she will die

White bird dreams of the aspen trees
With their dying leaves turning gold

But the white bird
Just sits in her cage growing old

White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die