Celtic Music / Traditional Song with Modern Lyrics
Little Bird (Fanny Power)
There was a young girl, her name was Fanny,
Her spirit so open, and light and free.
She knew in her heart, she was meant to be,
Patiently waiting his plea.
Nearby, a boy, who could not see.
He never saw light, but he felt her glee.
He knew in his heart, where he wanted to be.
To live in her eternal beauty.
Come little bird, come little bird, come little bird,
Come little bird, come little bird.
With you I shall flee,
Teach me to fly,
Soar with me high,
Until we shall die.
One afternoon she lost her way,
She flew to the end of the earth to play.
She lost all her senses that very day.
Because he was too far away.
His powerful thoughts were of her each May.
He missed her so dearly, he had to pray.
Her image was in him, and meant to stay,
A feather fell to the ground that day.
Many years later, a man on the beach,
He plays his guitar (old harp), in solace and peace,
His beautiful music, her ears they do reach,
She writes words that her soulmate can teach.
Calming Folk Song