Cat Stevens. The View From The Top. Hummingbird. Zeneszám

There's a yellow flower by your bed
Sadly droopin' its perfumed head
So you won't smell it, I know what you'll miss

An' there's a hummingbird, a hummingbird
A hummingbird, a hummingbird
Oh, there's a hummingbird singing

There is the hat you made, the clothes you wore
Lying down on the cold, dirty floor
The colors are fading, they'll never shine again

An' there's a hummingbird, a hummingbird
A hummingbird, a hummingbird
Ah, there's a hummingbird singing

Now the road, it's turnin' gray
There's a shadow where you once lay
They'll find it tomorrow, and think you went alone

But there's a hummingbird, a hummingbird
A hummingbird, a hummingbird
Ah, there's a hummingbird crying