| 作曲 : Joe Walsh | |
| 作词 : Walsh | |
| Early birdcall morning | |
| In a milkweed cloudy sky | |
| Sets me free, without a warning | |
| Wonder why | |
| And if my eyes aren't open | |
| And if I'm too blind to see | |
| Would you show me birdcall morning | |
| Set me free | |
| And if you don't want to | |
| I do, you know I do | |
| Sing the song, sing along | |
| It don't matter if you know the tune | |
| That's the way it goes | |
| I don't know, she makes me think I do | |
| Comin' in, she comes again | |
| She breaks ice, but she don't fall through | |
| To the birdcall morning | |
| And then the storm is upon me | |
| And my ship is blown to sea | |
| Would you show me birdcall morning? | |
| Set me free, set me free |
| zuo qu : Joe Walsh | |
| zuo ci : Walsh | |
| Early birdcall morning | |
| In a milkweed cloudy sky | |
| Sets me free, without a warning | |
| Wonder why | |
| And if my eyes aren' t open | |
| And if I' m too blind to see | |
| Would you show me birdcall morning | |
| Set me free | |
| And if you don' t want to | |
| I do, you know I do | |
| Sing the song, sing along | |
| It don' t matter if you know the tune | |
| That' s the way it goes | |
| I don' t know, she makes me think I do | |
| Comin' in, she comes again | |
| She breaks ice, but she don' t fall through | |
| To the birdcall morning | |
| And then the storm is upon me | |
| And my ship is blown to sea | |
| Would you show me birdcall morning? | |
| Set me free, set me free |
| zuò qǔ : Joe Walsh | |
| zuò cí : Walsh | |
| Early birdcall morning | |
| In a milkweed cloudy sky | |
| Sets me free, without a warning | |
| Wonder why | |
| And if my eyes aren' t open | |
| And if I' m too blind to see | |
| Would you show me birdcall morning | |
| Set me free | |
| And if you don' t want to | |
| I do, you know I do | |
| Sing the song, sing along | |
| It don' t matter if you know the tune | |
| That' s the way it goes | |
| I don' t know, she makes me think I do | |
| Comin' in, she comes again | |
| She breaks ice, but she don' t fall through | |
| To the birdcall morning | |
| And then the storm is upon me | |
| And my ship is blown to sea | |
| Would you show me birdcall morning? | |
| Set me free, set me free |