Paul Brophy 24th May 2008

Our Bird Our Bird has flown the nest, but her spirit it remains Her heart beats in our breasts, her blood flows through our veins Her smile is in the sunshine that brightens up our day Her voice is carried on the wind that blows the clouds away Our Bird has flown the nest, she soars way up on high And from her lofty perch, she keeps a watchful eye Watching ‘ore her loved ones, she gently soothes their pain Guiding them through darkness until they meet again Our Bird has flown the nest, but she’s not truly gone She’s right there in the chorus, every time we sing a song When we’re filled with sadness, and life seems a little tough Our Bird is there beside us, to give us all her love