My feathers seem to have taken the brunt of the storm They are feeling pretty worn We finally found shelter tucked away inside a wall Though for now it's pretty small
You and me We can make this hole a home We can fill it up with grass And all the things that make it warm When you leave To go fly across the sea I'll be waiting here with Junior And the flowers that we've grown
Collecting clumps of sticks and leaves has left me pretty tired Can I rest with you a while? We snuggle up between the stones, wind blows peacefully There's no place I'd rather be
You and me We can make this hole a home We can fill it up with grass And all the things that make it warm When you leave To go fly across the sea I'll be waiting here with Junior And the flowers that we've grown
