1.I wish I were a little bird，I’d fly so far and high，And sail along the golden clouds，And through the azure I‘d be the first to see the sun sky.
Up from the ocean spring，As high above the tall church spire My morning song I’d sing.
2.Above the hills I‘d watch him still，Far down the crimson
west，And sing to him my evening song，Before I went to rest.
And many a land I then should see，As hill and plain I crossed；Nor fear through all the pathless That I should e’er be lost.
3.To sunny southern lands afar，How gladly would I go，skyAnd rest among the shady grovesWhere vines and olives grow.
Now，if I climb our highest hill，How little can I see！
Oh，had I but a pair of wings，How happy I should be！
