Little bird, little bird upon my window
Take this letter to my only son.
Tell him mamas gone away but will be back soon
When the Bedlam blues have come and gone.
Little crow, little crow can you imagine
Your nest abandoned your fledglings lone?
Bedlam blues they took me from mine
And left me here all on my own.
Tied in twine or left untethered
Twenty letters, twenty more
On the wind and on the feather
Towards the babe who waits for her.
Little winter cardinal scarlet as ember
I envy you your brilliancy
My own true color I can't remember
For the Bedlam blues have left me gray
Tied in twine or left untethered
Thirty letters, thirty more
On the wind and on the feather
Towards the babe who waits for her.
Little boy, little boy some nights I miss you
When I hear the crooning of the snowy owls
But often I feel next to nothing
Which is easier somehow.
(Which is easier somehow)