Hibble and Hydes

High in the sky, A bird starts to fly, He fears, win-ter's here, He lets out his battle cry. Snow on the ground, No food to be found, His will finds a way, To survive one more day. The song in a young bird's heart Can-not fight what win-ter brings. But pride and the love of life o-o-ooh. High, in the sky, A bird starts to fly, He fears, win-ter's here, He lets out his battle cry. Spring is here and win-ter gone.