A little bird come sit upon my window sill
Sat there through the fog and rain
As I watched that bird upon my window sill
Song with thoughts of you goin’ by again
And the picture of my face
Reflected on the pane
Now is it tears I see
Or is it rain?
I remember how we talked before we said goodbye
Too young to know this world outside our door
Now the miles of time have built a wall my love
And though I try I just can’t tear it down
For I said that love takes many shapes, it has no form
Has no boundaries, has no grips to hold
The time will take the foolish hand and twist a tinge of pain
Make the heart look old with eyes grown cold
And the picture of my face
Reflected on the pane
Now is it tears I see
Or is it rain?
I have no regrets about the past, there’s nothing I can change
Life’s a road you walk just one-way down
But looking back I do recall that frame of time
When the world was love and time was just a thought
Many things go many ways, your course of life is such
We all must pick that road of life to walk
And each gives off old memories like hand-notes in a log
Where the world is time and that love is just a thought
And the picture of my face
Reflected on the pane
Now is it tears I see
Or is it rain?
As my thoughts go tumbling back, I wonder how you look
I wonder if you’ve seen that little bird
I wonder if he’s sat upon your window sill
I wonder if you’ll ever hear these words
And the picture of my face
Reflected on the pane
Now is it tears I see
Or is it rain?