Love is a bird. It flies where it wants to It's hard to hang on to. Love is a bird You're gonna get hurt if you try to cage it You'll just enrage it. Love is a bird An empty glass, a smoked-filled room, I find myself alone Sun shines through the open window where the bird has flown Yes I found a fallen angel, come from paradise I helped mend it's broken wings, then I watched it fly Love is a bird. It scatters its seed all around. But it likes its freedom too. Love is a bird I can see the purple mountain, faint and almost brown. A speck so small and far away a-circlin' in the sun Could it be the one I sheltered and held so tenderly? It seems afraid of darkening shadows, it's winging back to me Love is bird. And it will find you. But you must be kind to Love is a bird. Don't fly away. Love is a bird. . .