All of the leaves are acting their age
Shriveled and old they fall to their graves
As winter moves in it stiffens the lake
In a startling burst, in a thunder of gray

All of my birds take to the sky
Take to the sky
Teach me to fly

Down in the south, cities of stone
Built by the ancients, now overgrown
Time carves a mountain but people learn slow
Why they fled to the jungle still nobody knows

They take to the sky (millions of birds)
They take to the sky (millions of birds)

All of my birds... (millions and millions of birds)

Now out of my window I see the same lawn
The rusty old toys from the years that are gone
If I climb on my swingset to sail in the sun
My dreams would collapse and my ship would go down

And all of my birds
All of my birds take to the sky
Take to the sky
Teach me to fly

(c) 1996 David Chamberlain, Jim Eagan, Carl Dexter and Laureen Brian