He had the urge…

Oh…it came upon him

And he left home

To wander again

Used to be so homestruck

They said…that he was like…

A bird without wings

Left on the ground

Till the fox comes…

He had the urge…

Oh…it came upon him

And he left home

To wander again

He could never grow wings

Nor could they appear by wishing, oh no

So doomed was he…

That others knew…

That he was like a bird without wings

Till the fox comes

Oh, a bird without wings

He so small

They so big

What could he do…

But hobble away…

Not a good life

For a beautiful bird

Oh, he had the urge

And he left home

To wander again

In new skies

He left home

To wander again…

In new skies…