Yellow bird, sitting on my gate
I didn't see you arrive
You look right past me
and take to the sky
Yellow bird, where are you going?
Who will you see? Will you return?
It's December in the middle of Texas
I still haven't learned.
Yellow bird, you left me a feather.
It's dancing as it drifts to the ground.
I pick it up and watch it shiver.
Yellow bird, where are you now?
In my mind, you're soaring over the scrublands
and building a nest, brown and gray.
In my heart you're thinking of me now
looping around and heading my way.
Yellow bird what are you singing?
Do you remember the space that we shared?
It's December and Texas is cold now.
I'm thinking of you flying through the air.
Yellow bird, sitting on my gate.
I didn't see you arrive.
Your heart is beating, you call to me,
and take to the sky.