The Golden Bird

Wake me up when the golden bird sings
Wake me up when he does wonderous things
Wake me up when he soars
Wake me up when he is once again mine and yours

The golden bird sings a simple song
A song for you and for me
A song we can all sing along
Filled with happiness and glee

A wise old man told a story
Filled with sadness but later, glory
A young boy who had no care
Shot an arrow into the air

It hit the bird and stopped his sound
Then he fell straight to the ground
He landed with a sickening noise
No more songs for girls and boys

"The bird is dead! The bird is dead!
For I have shot him in the head!"
The boy excitedly exclaimed
He did not even feel pained

"The bird is mine!
This day so define!"
And the bird was gone
No one again to hear his song

That poor golden bird
All he did was sing a simple word
A word we all need
Taken by some poor fool's greed

The old man cried, and cried, and cried
He lost all hope when the boy lied
"I did not do it! Surely, you're wrong!
I, too loved to hear the bird's song!"

The old man fell into a deep, dark slumber
The days expanding slowly in number
He slept for forty days and forty nights
Nothing to keep away his frights

Wake me up when the golden bird sings
Wake me up when he does wonderous things
Wake me up when he soars
Wake me up when he is once again mine and yours

The old man heard a sound in the above skies
He cautiously opened his eyes
He looked way up high into a nest
A beautiful baby bird learning to fly; trying its best

He heard a song of love, a glorious song
He sat up, and he sang along
My children, may you no longer fear
For my golden bird, your golden bird is finally here