Beauty is a rere perfume precious yet doesn't last long

Youth is but a playful breeze that blows our way once then moves on

Love is a hidden treasure some never find where it lies

And memory is a little bird flies through life and never dies

Little bird take me aboard your beautiful wings and let me fly

Fly me away back to yesterday and drop me off there awhile



Let me smell the rare perfume of the sweet flower of beauty again

Let me run in the playful breeze of youth long gone with the wind

Let me sit for awhile by the place where I found the treasure of love

Then sing me a song as you fly me along on a long last journey above

Little bird take me aboard...

And drop me off there awhile mhm