High in the sky,
A bird starts to fly,
He fears, win-ter's here,
He lets out his battle cry.
Snow on the ground,
No food to be found,
His will finds a way,
To survive one more day.
The song in a young bird's heart
Can-not fight what win-ter brings.
But pride and the love of life o-o-ooh.
High, in the sky,
A bird starts to fly,
He fears, win-ter's here,
He lets out his battle cry.
Spring is here and win-ter gone.

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