Hey little person way down there
What did you knock over climbing up on your chair?
Where did it come from? It whistles through the air
Now you're crying
Hey little baby your bottle's on the shelf
Up there so high you can't get it down yourself
You forgot the last time maybe mom will help
Now you're crying
Pick up your old friend and try to be alone
A raggedy old blanket and a shiny little thumb
What's it all about when the big folks start to shout?
Fly away little bird there's no one left to scold you
Bright morning sun white clouds in full view
Wake up some place new
Your momma's gonna hold you
Fly away
I wish I could send you to some little island
Where Daddy's always listens and Mommy's always smiling
And no matter what they do they can't take it out on you
Fly away little bird there's no one left to scold you
Bright morning sun white clouds in full view
Wake up some place new
Your momma's gonna hold you
Fly away, Fly away