Little Wren

Flying high, flying low Little wren flits at my window Flying left and flying right Been waiting for your sign My bag sits by the door I need nothing more Flying high, flying low I can read your palm I can show you home But I'm so blind on my own Flying high, flying low Little wren flits at my window Been waiting for your call The wind pulls Now it's time for me to follow Flying high, flying low Fortunes grow and fortunes die I might have missed your coming by If I'd been looking with my eyes I can show you the way I can point the way home If you'll take my hand Cause I'm so blind on my own