little bird come and sat upon my window sill sat there thru the fallin rain as i watched that little bird upon my window sill saw my thoughts of you go by again and a picture of my face reflected on the pane is it tears i see or is it rain i remember how we talked before we said goodbye too young to notice this world outside our door and now the miles of time have built a wall of love though i try i just can t tear it down for i said that love takes many shapes it has no form has no boundaries has not grips to hold but time will take the foolish hand pain make the heart look back with eyes grown cold and the picture of my face reflected on the pane is it tears i see or is it rain i ve no regrets about the past there s nothing i can change life s a road you walk just one way down looking back i do recall that frame of time when the world was love and time was just a thought many things go many ways your course of life is such we almost picked that road of life to walk and age gives off old memories like handnotes where the world is time and that love is just a thought  and the picture of my face reflected on the pane is it tears i see or is it rain as my thoughts go tumblin back i wonder how you look i wonder if you ve seen that little bird i wonder if he s sat upon your window sill i wonder if you ll ever hear these words and the picture of my face reflected on the pane is it tears i see or is it rain 