Atop the roof I sit and stare all day
I mop and mop and mop because you are not here
The blue birds come and chirp and chirp away
The tears run down my cheeks; you are not there
The blue birds fly away from me: neglect
I feel the wary road come to an end
The thoughts of you spin in my head, collect
Another turn in the sorrowful bend
You are my flower and my pretty gale
You brighten my day and make it okay
When walls are crumbling and dark and pale
You the bird of paradise at bay
I love you more than any words can speak
I love you as the highest mountain's peak