What gives a bird its wings

What gives a bird its wings


What is that thing, that magic thing, that gives a bird its wings?
That's calm and gentle as a doe
Yet still fearsom as the storm
Free to be where ever it please
But always on the go
To the corners of the globe
And evr' where between
To the sky, and far beyond, where ever it should please

But caught and kept within a cage, is the bird without its wings.
But when given that thing,
That magic thing,
A bird may gain its wings.
To fly to the corners of the earth
Where ever it should please
Thats the thing, that magic thing, that gives a bird its wings.

Yet what is that thing,
That magic thing,
That gives a bird its wings?
The wind is that thing, that magic thing, that gives a bird its wings.
But freedom...
Freedom be its name