My Bird
Arnar Gudjonsson STEF, Karl Henry Hakonarson STEF
My bird, all the secrets that you hold
And your heart belongs to river's in the cold
In the fading light heading home
You'll never leave my thoughts wherever I may roam
Over the highest mountains
Down to the deepest valley floor
Over the river crossing
But you don't live there anymore
The wind, is blowing crazy now
This storm, and your bones belong to rivers in the cold
In the fading light heading home
You'll never leave my thoughts wherever I may roam
Over the highest mountains
Down to the deepest valley floor
Over the river crossing
But you don't live there anymore