I used to hear pretty birds sing So sweet, so soft, so serenading One day, one flew to my window pane And sang a song of love in the rain I opened my window to let her in Though it felt more like a break- in She sang a tune I thought of us But she's just a bird so why the fuss She gave me wings; what a thought! But flew out far with what I sought It has fallen silent outside And O! The wintry she let inside My pretty bird is gone and free Mindless of the song of me