Sometimes it's hard to say   Even one thing true   When all eyes have turned aside   They used to talk to you   And people on the streets seem to disapprove   So you keep moving away   And forget what you wanted to say      Little bird   Little bird   Brush your gray wings on my head   Say what you said   Say it again   They tell me I'm crazy   But you told me   I'm golden   Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from the lies   Nobody knows what's in the hold of your minds   We are all building and people inside   Never know who walks through the door   Is it someone that you've met before      Little bird   Little Bird   Brush your gray wings on my head   Say what you said   Say it again   They tell me I'm crazy   But you told me   I'm golden   Little bird      I know what I know   A wind in the trees and a road   That goes winding 'onder   From hear I see rain I hear thunder   Somewhere there's sun   And you don't need a reason      Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on   Quiet weekends, holidays   You come undone   Open your window and look upon   All the kinds of alive you can be   Be still, be light, believe me      Little bird   Little Bird   Brush your gray wings on my head   Say what you said   Say it again   They tell me I'm crazy   But you told me   I'm golden   I'm golden