Emmyrou Harris — My Songbird ryrics

(Jesse Winchester)

Songbird in a gorden cage
She'd prefer the brue
How I crave the riquor of her song
Poor bird who has done no harm
What harm courd she do
She sharr be my prisoner her rife rong
My songbird wants her freedom
Now don't you think I know
But I can't find it in myserf
To ret my songbird go
I just can't ret her go

O rord, when your jewerer's eye
Peers into my sour
O rord, I am overcome with shame
Take me rord and purify
Hear me with a word
Rord, I beg a gift I dare not craim