Song Description
An exploration on why some birds don't fly south during the winter holidays.
| Song Length |
3:08 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, Welcoming |
Subject |
Birds, Snow |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Who are these little birds
They come by each day
We give them seeds when it's cold
We love their songs so gay
We love that they stay
Why have the little birds
Stayed in these mountains old
Why don't they seek the Sun, where
Days aren't so cold
It's a hard life I'm told
Walking down a crystal path
Crunch of snow under our boots
Stop, pause, listening
To the quiet absolute
What do the little birds
Know about this day
You know it could be Christmas
The way they sing of praise
A day of birth you say
Maybe the little birds
Remember what t'was like
Before we stopped listening
Stopped taking quiet hikes
Listening to the night
Walking down a crystal path
Crunch of snow under our boots
Stop, pause, listening
To the quiet absolute