Intro: ^{FBbC F}Here I sit, ^F7watching the sun As it ^Bbslowly ^Bbmirises in the ^Fsky The air is clear The ^F7day has just begun Bb Birds are ^Bbsinging ^BbmiAs they're flying ^Fby I ^Bbknow I don't ^Cknow birds that well But they ^Falways seem to ^F7sing about ^Bblove I ^Bbmireally wish that ^Fthey could tell How it ^Clooks like How it ^Bblooks like ^Cfrom ^Fabove Here I go, I'm on my way I am searching for a song that makes me smile The sun is high The birds are out to play They are singing And I listen for a while Well I know I don't know birds that well But they always seem to sing in harmony And it sounds to me as they would tell What it feels like How it feels like to be free Now I sit, watching the moon And I think of all the love we try to hide The nightingale sings Its favorite tune It doesn't need to share Our foolish pride Well I know I don't know birds that well But they always seem to sing about love If we'd listen maybe they could tell How it feels like How it feels like up above How it ^Cfeels like How it ^Bbfeels like ^Cto be ^Floved ^F4F