Lyrics

I go down to my favourite place
where I sit outside under a tree
sometimes I lay back, look up
through the branches and the leaves
and I watch the clouds change shape so cleverly

(whistling)

Sometimes I'm too shy to sing out loud
so I listen with my eyes closed to the birds
they all sing so beautifully and proud
they say "I have a voice, I'll sing until I'm heard,
until I'm heard"

(whistling)

Little brave chickadee in winter
perched on a spruce limb singing in the snow
if you can face the freezing with a bright song
then surely I can embrace the fears I know

(whistling, double-length)

I go down to my favourite place
where I sit outside under a tree
I watch the world around me full of grace
and if I have a song inside I set it free,
set it free

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