paroles de chanson The Old World - Birds of Paradise

I see you walking
Through the treeline
That's a lovely place
To call a home
Both of our friends
Have a place in the old world
As we moved away
Things came to change
Gone were the days
Of ponds and lake sides
Our eyes now fixed
On the rolling blue waves
Now I can wonder
How we all got here
Palm trees in the summer
And in the winter
I see you walking
Through the treeline
Under canopies
Where sun beams shine
What is it like there
To be in the forest
In lands where
Birds fly as they please
What songs do they sing there
Up in the trees where
People on the ground
Just stand and stare
Do they feel the joy
That all the birds know
Listening to their songs
To know for sure