Winter Buskers birds are leaving home

Let it ring cause I like the sound of the notes you just played
Sing along until i lose the sense of sadness inside of me
Birds are leaving home
Flying under the sun
Beyond the land of blood and honey
I am flying away
Dreaming under the moon
To the land of harmonies
Strum away I'm looking for the sound I lost a while ago
Sing along until I lose the sense of sadness inside of me
Birds are leaving home
Flying under the sun
Beyond the land of blood and honey
I am flying away
Dreaming under the moon
To the land of harmonies