One Little Bird Songtext
von Rodney Crowell

When I was a child, an inch was a mile
Each passing day felt like a year
And now I′m here where time is fleet
It's short but sweet and that seems fair
Along the way, I′d have to say
I caused some hurt that I can't mend
And to that end, I came up short
If I were smart, I'd have left it right there

There′s this one little bird in the trees outside my door
And she′s singing a song that goes right to the core
She says, "Where will you go? Where will you be?"
Why don't you know? Why can′t you see it's almost over?"


I′ve seen the end of the rainbow through the greyhound window
Blue northern lights 'cross a prairie sky
Now when a drink of cool water from a dried-up mountain spring
Says as much about anything as the fifth of July
You need to ask yourself why

The name is Crowell, no harm no foul
Unless, of course, I′ve been unkind
With that in mind, I'll rest my case
Your axe to grind is my saving grace
And I've been put in my place

By this one little bird in all the trees outside my door
And she′s singing a song that goes right to the core
She says, "Where will you go? Where will you be?
Why don′t you know? Why can't you see it′s almost over?"