Sing with me…
Look at the sky...They’re leaving.Look at the sky...They’re leaving.Across the mountains,across the blue.Following the sunlight,somewhere new.WHERE DO THE BIRDS GOOOOO?WHERE DO THEY GOOOOO?FAR BEYOND THE SKY,FAR BEYOND THE SUN...WHERE DO THE BIRDS GOOOOO?NOBODY KNOOOOWS...The seasons turn,the morning comes.Wings on the horizon,one by one.WHERE DO THE BIRDS GOOOOO?WHERE DO THEY GOOOOO?