Ingrid

[Verse 1: Jack Van Cleaf]
Fly on down, birdie, far from the North Pole
I'll meet you in Georgia, trade peaches for snow
You've had a hard time, birdie, like rocks and like stones
But you sing when it's sunny, and you sing when it's cold

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Jack Van Cleaf]
Sing a song, birdie, for your body is grace
And sing for your mama 'fore she flies away
Sing a song, birdie, for all of your pain
And you can sing a song, birdie, for the great Golden State

[Verse 3: Jack Van Cleaf & Vivien Vaucher]
And looking now, birdie, see how you've grown
With eyes from the heavens and iron for bones
Raising those brothers like two chicks of your own
You've done a good job, birdie, you've done bеtter than most

[Verse 4: Jack Van Cleaf & Vivien Vaucher, Jack Van Cleaf]
Fly around Venice, fly around Romе
Sink with the city and never come home
Birdie, nobody blames you for flying away
Look at you birdie, you carry this cage
[Interlude]

[Verse 5/Outro: Jack Van Cleaf, Jack Van Cleaf & Vivien Vaucher]
So come on now, birdie, through the fury and the fire
Fly a little, birdie, from your father, he's a liar
I'll meet you in the city of the bicycle tires
And you can sing with me, birdie, on the telephone wires