Or she will die,
White bird must fly
Or she will die.
The sunsets come
The sunsets go,
The clouds roll by
And the earth turns old.
And the young bird’s eyes
Do always glow
She must fly
She must fly
She must fly.”
Or she will die,
White bird must fly
Or she will die.
The sunsets come
The sunsets go,
The clouds roll by
And the earth turns old.
And the young bird’s eyes
Do always glow
She must fly
She must fly
She must fly.”