Even the birds when they sing   It's not everything to them      Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils   Made me want to play    To the puppies having their little breakfast      So I picked up six fine strings   And I began to play   What I thought that new   Born fur would like best      Hey, hey, such a new born morn   Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone   Left me here holding this song   Music is so much less than what you are      Just how far can you take me   How far can you take me, Mother Nina   Before I'm on my own      Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song   When the sun makes it's sap to rise   One by one the chorus swells till it's a mighty noise   Are you sure that it's not a silence?      Even the birds when they sing   It's not everything to them   Even the birds when they sing   Spread their wings to heaven and fly away.