The Bird With A Broken Wing (A Folk Ballad) Poem by Caroline Watsham

I met a bird with a broken wing
And he began to sing
O Lady I have lost my way
Won't you kindly take me in
I gathered him all in my arms
And soothed his fretful mind
O Lady you have grace and charm
Say you always will be mine

So the candle burns, and the spinning wheel turns
And what will be will be, my love
What will be will be

All through the Winter I sheltered him
Within my own sweet nest
Through long cold nights we lay safe and warm
His head upon my breast
I cared for him as for none before
With a tenderness divine
O Lady I want for nothing more
Say you always will be mine

So the candle burns, and the spinning wheel turns
And what will be will be, my love
What will be will be

With the coming of the Spring time
His heart was beating strong
And there came sweet voices from all around
In echo to his song
He said "My wings feel the need to fly"
As his eyes with mirth did shine
And in trust and love I let him go
Knowing he would still be mine

So the candle burns, and the spinning wheel turns
And what will be will be, my love
What will be will be

Yet on Summer scented winds there came
A bird so rich and rare
Flown from a far exotic land
She had beauty beyond compare
"Forgive me" said my own dear bird
"but my heart is in a bind.
I still love you true, but I want her too
Say you both can now be mine".

So the candle burns, and the spinning wheel turns
And what will be will be, my love
What will be will be

So I took my tears, born from grief and rage
And I wove them into a silver cage
And my heart was a lock with a golden key
And never more will he fly
From me

Now my broken bird lives in a cage
And he only sings for me
But he loves me with a grateful heart
For his life of security
And such a love as he offers me
I return to him in kind
For love may bring both joy and pain
But he ever will be mine

So the candle burns, and the spinning wheel turns
And what will be will be, my love
What will be will be