O little bird in the cage who sings a song, Who hasn’t flapped his wings in sunshine so long, Your joyous chirps are seatherny to me, From that cage, I wish I could set you free. The kings who used you to send their letters, Have now captured you in a pair of fetters; When you sing, they show up with great glee, From that cage, I wish I could set you free. They held you in their hands, wanting a price, Asking the people by pressing to entice; I did pass a few times, because I wanted to see, From that cage, I wish I could set you free. O little bird in the cage who’s heart I feel, Who wants to live with the trees and be still; They watch you, yet remain silent to your plea, From that cage, I wish I could set you free.