Young Birds Fly Lyrics - Scratch In The Sky - The Cryan' Shames

Mary's not the Mary of yesterday 

She's gone with changing her hair 

She laughs and she cries 

And her mind seems to be 

A worried and jumbled affair 

Well, I have talked to Mary, I've searched her eyes 

And if you ask of Mary she'll tell you why. 

It's Mary's time to run, 

With the mad, with the sane, 

With the joy and the pain, 

Till she finds her place in the sun. 

Young birds fly in early spring 

Learn new songs to sing 

And each song they know can help them to grow. 

Mary questions everything she's ever known before 

And warn her as we may she just won't listen any more 

So let her find her way and soon will come the proudest day 

When everything's been sorted 

Through the streets will be reported 

All the people congregate to feel the love within her heart 

And to listen to the music in her mind.