If Only (I Could Fly)

Hello there, Mr. Bluebird!
How nice of you to visit me—
As you perch for a fleeting moment,
On the branch of a sweet gum tree.

I close my eyes and feel the wind
Blowing gently through my hair;
And wish that I could fly away,
So high into the air.

I'd fly so far away from here,
To a place where no one knows—
By the time they found I'd disappeared,
Oh, how far I will have flown!

I'd feel the wind beneath my wings,
And sing until my heart explodes.
I'd gather up a thousand strings,
To build myself a humble home.

Once my little nest was built,
I'd line it with the finest silk—
Of honeycombs and mother's milk,
Far from the land that I have bilked.

And that is where I'd like to stay,
In this place where songbirds dream.
What else is there that I can say?

If only I could fly today...