Maya Angelou

Why is the songbird alone on this mountain Singing her heart out a sweet melody Once filled with laughter, her nest is now empty So why does she sing to a lone coyote? Why did her only true love choose to leave her? Why did she let him go? Why did she stay? Winter is nigh and she shivers a little Then she starts to sing come what may Why does she sing when no one can hear her? Why does her music go on? This bird doesn't sing because she has an answer She sings because she has a song So many songbirds have sung on this mountain Their songs celebrated wherever you roam From the top of a pine her sweet song comes again Not a body can hear it 'twill linger unknown Why does she sing when no one can hear her? Why does her music go on? This bird doesn't sing because she has an answer She sings because she has a song She sings because she has a song