We don't say a word
And how you've grown my little bird
I'm regretting letting you fly
A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you
We don't say a word
Grew larger than my hands ever grew
Six pounds and seven ounces
It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears
I'm regretting letting you fly
The radio waxes romantic
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
I'm regretting letting you fly
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
And how you've, how you've grown my little bird
Now your hands, your tiny pink hands
I'm regretting letting you fly
