That bird's ready I know
He's tired of being alone
He's working all on his own
Building himself a home
And take that finch when he sings

And if you listen close
You may even hear them say
Will our love ever end (woah no)
Will you stop being my best friend (woah no)
Will you speak harsh words to me (woah no)
Singin', The story of love in the leaves
Before the winter takes hold
And the figs are dry and cold
The birds all meet in the tree
And confess love's what they need
Perform love on their limbs
And sing one of love's true hyms
And if you listen close
You can even hear them say
Will you ever not treat me right (woah no)
Are you ever gonna hold me down (woah no)
Will you get tired of holding me tight (woah no)
Looks like the story of love grows, alright
Will our love ever end (woah no)
Will you let the dog shake our tree (woah no)
Will you stop being my best friend (woah no)
Looks like the story of love never ends