Song of a Sad Little Girl
She looks so frail beside you
As she wears her sick disguise
You say she'll soon be better
As you dry her tearful eyes
You tell her fairy stories
She tries to understand
She looks to you for comfort
And holds out her little hand
But early in the morning
When the sun shines
Into her tiny room
She wakes up like a bird
And she's fine again
You gently kiss her forehead
And from the room you creep
But you linger in the doorway
As she whimpers in her sleep
Her cheeks are flushed like sunset
And her head's an open fire
All night she turns and tosses
As her temperature gets higher
But early in the morning
When the sun shines
Into her tiny room
She wakes up like a bird
And she's fine again
The nightlight in the corner
Casts a soft and peaceful glow
Her face becomes much cooler
And her breathing much more slow
She dreams of clowns and princes
Sailing boats and trains
The fairies come by moonlight
To take away her pain
But early in the morning
When the sun shines
Into her tiny room
She wakes up like a bird
And she's fine again
She wakes up
Like a bird
And she feels fine