The birds, they are free
Floating high above the treetops and the buildings
Winged creatures have no limits.
The birds, they are free
They know not what happens here on the ground
They have no need for streets and sidewalks.
The birds, they are free
They fly far; they fly fast
They are their own masters.
What I would give to be a hawk,
Circling my prey
Owning the sky
Soaring up above
The birds, they are free.