Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Still can sing, still can sing,
Still has so much joy to bring,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Still can be a pretty thing,
Can still have my heart on a string,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Still can welcome in the spring,
Still can feel the winter’s sting,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Appreciates a golden ring,
Brings me hope on which to cling,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,