Polly
HAROLD EUGENE CLARK
If the wild-bird could speak
He'd tell of places you have been
He's been in my dreams
And he knows all the ways of the winds
Polly, come home again
Spread your wings to the wind
I fell much of the pain
As it begins
Dreams cover much time
Still they leave blind the will to begin
I searched for you there
And now look for you within
Polly, come home again
Spread your wings to the wind
I fell much of the pain
As it begins
Polly, come home again
Spread your wings to the wind
I fell much of the pain
As it begins
