I Wonder (where The Bird Flies)
Nat Stuckey

I wonder where the bird flies after the sun dies away each day
I wonder where the breeze goes after the wind blows my way
And does it linger to run silent fingers through my lover's hair
And gently erase from her face the kiss I placed there

I wonder why the tree sighs there's been no crease by caresing the leaves it grieves
I wonder why the stars hide could it be daylight to me
Or do they only shine on the place at the time when my lover is near
And knowing she's gone I'm alone they refuse to appear

I wonder where the bird flies I wonder where the breeze goes
I wonder why the tree sighs I wonder why the stars light to me