Little Bird de Jeff Beck

Little bird come sit upon my window sill,
Sat there through the falling rain,
I Watched that little bird upon my window sill
Saw my thoughts of you go by again.

Picture of my face
Reflected in the pane
Is it tears I see or is it rain?

Well I remember how we talked before we said goodbye
Too young to know the world outside our door
How we laughed and said our love was free like the birds that fly the wind
Till a rainy day made me think of you once more

There's a picture of my face,
Reflected in the pane
Is it tears I see
Or is it rain

Now my thoughts go tumbin' back I wonder how you love
Wonder if you've seen that little bird
Well I wonder if he's sat upon your window sill,
I wonder if you'll ever hear these words.

Picture of my face
Reflected on the pane
Is it tears I see
Or is it rain.