Wren - Shortcircles & Parks Burton

Like so many girls, Jenny Wren could sing But a broken heart took her song away Like the other girls, Jenny Wren took wing She could see the world and it's foolish ways How we spend our days, casting love aside Losing sight of life, day by day She saw poverty breaking up her home Wounded warriors, took her song away But the day will come, Jenny Wren will sing When this broken world, mends it's foolish ways Then we'll spend our days catching up on life All because of you, Jenny Wren You saw who we are, Jenny Wren

I'm a house wren hunting for a house I haven't found one, I'm on the lookout For a home to call my own A private residence Through the grapevine I heard an empty gourd Is hangin up somewhere on some old lady's porch I'll pack my bags and off I'll go To my new humble abode I'm gonna sing at the top of my lungs 'Cause it's a beautiful day I'm gonna spread my wings 'Cause as far as I know I am halfway home I'm a house wren who needs a summer home A country farm house or a quiet bungalow Not too big, and not too small First-rate real estate I got my eyes peeled for a window box An old tin can, a boot or a flower pot I'll pack my bags and off I'll go To my new humble abode I'm gonna sing at the top of my lungs 'Cause it's a beautiful day I'm gonna spread my wings 'Cause as far as I know I am half way home I'm a house wren still hunting for a house But I got a song and a lot to sing about I'll pack my bags and off I'll go (off I'll go) Because you know I'm gonna sing at the top of my lungs 'Cause it's a beautiful day I'm gonna spread my wings I'm on top of the world And it's a beautiful thing I'm gonna sing at the top of my lungs 'Cause it's a beautiful day I'm gonna spread my wings 'Cause as far as I know I am half way home I am half way home

It's true, it's true, the crown has made it clear The climate must be perfect all the year A law was made a distant moon ago here July and August cannot be too hot And there's a legal limit to the snow here in Camelot The winter is forbidden till December And exits March the second on the dot By order, summer lingers through September in Camelot Camelot: Camelot I know it sounds a bit bizarre But in Camelot: Camelot That's how conditions are The rain may never fall till after sundown By eight, the morning fog must disappear In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot For happily ever after in than here in Camelot Camelot: Camelot I know it gives a person pause But in Camelot: Camelot Those are the legal laws The snow may never slush upon the hillside By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot For happily ever after in than here in Camelot