She's lived alone in a little home By the Township of King In the morning she'd feed the birds And listen to them sing From the words they flock to her Knowing she would do no harm Flying over the patchwork quilt Of the fields and the farms Of the fields and farms, oh yeah Then one day a yellow bird Landed on her hand Devoted, it sang to her So that she could understand It warned of the trucks coming up the road Full of concrete and steel Come to cut down all the trees And pave over the field Come come, the sky is grey Come come, we'll find a way They were building an amusement park Where the forest once did stand With gypsum built a mountain And they'll call it Wonderland I will feed you and care for you Until you are strong and tall And I will climb upon your back And we'll fly away in the fall We'll fly away, fly away Come come, the sky is grey Come come, we'll find a way Then one day they flew away And it was the strangest thing To watch them all fly as she waved goodbye To the Township of King To the Township of King, oh yeah