The birds know you are gone
They are silent
No sweet melody
From off the tall branch
They see me
With my nose pressed to the window pane
And give me a quizzical glance
Summer mornings
They would hear me singing
And join me
In happy tune
Now they frown
At my misery
And perch there
Till there's sign of the moon
Oh how those mornings
Greeted my happy senses
You were there
That's all that I prayed
Now you are gone
And my tender heart is aching
Oh why couldn't you have stayed?