(Jesse Winchester)
  
Songbird in a golden cage 
She'd prefer the blue 
How I crave the liquor of her song 
Poor bird who has done no harm 
What harm could she do 
She shall be my prisoner her life long 
My songbird wants her freedom 
Now don't you think I know 
But I can't find it in myself 
To let my songbird go 
I just can't let her go 

O lord, when your jeweler's eye 
Peers into my soul 
O lord, I am overcome with shame 
Take me lord and purify 
Heal me with a word 
Lord, I beg a gift I dare not claim