The orange was the size of a watermelon to me   well at least that is my memory   sunshine made my bare feet burn upon the road   far away we'd roam     I'd be howlin' out a song in the back seat   the boys would laugh and tease about my black feet   they'd tell stories that would warm my soul   Motorbikes and chrome   Jimmy could not wait to get home     Homebird sing   fly me high on an angel's wing   Homebird sing   leave out nothing tell me everything     Everywhere we went just looked the same to me   the skys were blue and the grass was green   I wonder how different I might see them now   yet I see them somehow     through the fallen memories when that angel baby sings   Oh the little magic that his solo brings   making up songs and words and singin from the soul   oh the stories told   none but him and Jimmy could know     Homebird sing   fly me high on an angel's wing   Homebird sing   leave out nothing tell me everything     Homebird sing   fly me high on an angel's wing   Homebird sing   leave out nothing tell me everything