Here I sit on my cage's swing
looking through this gilded thing.
My master feeds me wondrous fare,
peach nectar and sunflower share.
High and bright the sun peeks through,
Long since my golden spirit flew.
Here I sit on my gilded swing
looking through this caged thing.
I wonder and burn for air,
for a breeze to carry me anywhere.
I flap and I sing
but little does it bring.
My master keeps me in this gilded thing,
and long since I sit on my cage's swing.
