Like a Bird, on a Wire,
Like a drunk, in a Midnight Choir.
I have trieed - in my way, - to be free,
Like a fish on a hook,
Like a knight in some old fashioned book,
I have saved all my ribbons,
For Thee, and
If I, if I have been unkind,
I just hope you will let it go by, and
If I, if I have been untrue,
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby still born,
Like a beast with his horn,
I have torn every one,
Who reached out to me,
But I swear, by this song, and
By all, that I have done wrong,
I'll maake it all up to thee.
I saw a young man, leaning,
On his wooden crutch,
He called out to me,
"Don't ask for so much.", and
А young woman leaning,
In her darkened door,
She cried out to me,
"Why not ask for more?"
(Repeat the first verse)