When I was a little bird Mama told me; If you want to fly, You must reach for the sky So I aimed high And I learned to fly When a sudden fear came over me What if I fall from the sky Little bird, you worry too much The clouds are made of cotton, Soft, so soft They will catch you, And they will carry you home Mama will be waiting For her loved one Now I am a big bird Big and strong I've flown to the other side Of the world and back home I've been through storms I've seen it all I've seen it all, But I'm scared I will fall