Lyrics:

Even the birds when they sing

It's not everything to them



Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils

Made me want to play

To the puppies having their little breakfast



So I picked up six fine strings

And I began to play

What I thought that new

Born fur would like best



Hey, hey, such a new born morn

Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone

Left me here holding this song

Music is so much less than what you are



Just how far can you take me

How far can you take me, Mother Nina

Before I'm on my own



Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song

When the sun makes it's sap to rise

One by one the chorus swells till it's a mighty noise

Are you sure that it's not a silence?



Even the birds when they sing

It's not everything to them

Even the birds when they sing

Spread their wings to heaven and fly away.