If I were a bird I would fly to the branch by your window Your window And I'd watch as you slept And you breathed in and out So contented and slow And the night would go by And the Sun it would rise And I'd be there To tell you hello And to sing you that love song That you had been waiting to hear That I wrote you last year And you'd pat my head And you'd get out of bed And you'd tell me you loved me the same And we'd go down to Fifth Street And buy us some coffee And talk about all sorts of things But the day would pass And I'd say "alas, I must return to my habitat" And with three final words I'd change back to the bird And we'd start the process again Yes we'd start the process again