Song: Birds- Words and Music By Rooster Woodstock 1962

Those tiny little rays
How they snuck in my room
Through the hole in the shade
To chase all the gloom
Away

I tug on my rags
To shake off the chill
Then I cook me some eggs
Though hungry still
It's OK

The water I'll get
Is a pleasure for me
Fore I'll never forget
All these colors of trees
So alive

The birds in the air
Are a song in the sky
Does this mean I care
Then tell me why do I
Feel alone

It's the birds
In the air
They fly
They fly through the sky I, I, I
Their so beautiful

It's the birds

In the air

They fly

They fly through the sky I, I, I

Their so beautiful

To me