(Jesse Winchester)

Songbird in a golden cage

She'd prefer the blue

How I crave the liquor of her song

Poor bird who has done no harm

What harm could she do

She shall be my prisoner her life long

My songbird wants her freedom

Now don't you think I know

But I can't find it in myself

To let my songbird go

I just can't let her 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