A little bird
singing a love song that her mother taught her
That little bird somehow sings it over and over

She flies very high
try to find the place she first learnt to fly
She flies so very high
she wants to seek an answer from the sky

On a misty mountain
over the clear water river
But there's no misty mountain
let alone a clear water river

And she just wants to go home
She just wants to be at home
On a misty mountain
But now turned into barren

She just wants to be singing
when the sun rise in the morning
On a misty mountain
She doesn't know what happened......

all of those trees has been cut down
in the name of humanity
the river runs dry
because now clouds refuse to cry.....

She just wants to be singing
when the sun rise in the morning
On a misty mountain
But now turned into barren

if i could
then i would
try to make us all care about your call