Under Your Wing Songtext
von Marya Stark

I went walking down
A boulevard in Paris
And heard a little bird singing

Her mourning song reminded me
Reminded me how
Comforting it was to be
Nestled under your wing


The tickle of your feathers
On my chin
As you held me close
So I would not blow
Away with the wind

It was warm,
It was sweet
It was just what I needed

Before spreading my own
Ahhhhh