I'm a little black bird Nestled in the dark You tell me there's and outside World Hurricanes and sparks I'm a little black bird Nestled In your palm You tell me there's an outside World I'm sure it can't be as warm. I don't want to learn to fly If I want the answers to thousands of questions Tell me to Throw them to the wind I think we've found the one solution To a thousand questions Help me clip my wings I don't want to learn to fly That would mean I'd say goodbye