(Powell, Turner, Turner, Upton)
Breathing is a sin, they say,
Loneliness is the price to pay
Sad for you, I go once more
I'll dry my eyes on a distant shore
No way of freezing your rising tide
No way of keeping you by my side
Like a bird, I'll fly high,
Guarding over this love of mine
A room of trust
A room of fears
A room of laughter with a few sweet tears
There we play that sunny tone
Come and help us as it lingers on
Many times we hurry by
Lose our problems in a knowing smile
Many days were swept along
Left unnoticed as our love grew strong
Believing each of us would always know
Believing one of us would never go
Like a bird, I'll fly high
Watching over this love of mine