The Bird Lady

The Bird Lady.mp3

I wake up the same everyday

comb my hair, make the bed with the radio playing

there’s no thought in what I will wear

been the same black and gray, since he passed away

I walk to the church and I pray

on the stairs, where the children are playing

I get up and set up my wares

hear the birds sing along in the song that we share

And all that I say

is tupins a bag

tupins a bag

but really there’s more that I say

luketan ::