| 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 |
| See his mate by his wings |
| And if you listen close |
| You may even hear him say |
| Will our love ever end (woah no) |
| Will you stop being my best friend (woah no) |
| Will you sleep as worse as me (woah no) |
| Singing a story of love in the leaves |
| (oo-oo-o-oo) |
| Before the winter takes hold |
| And the figs are dry and cold |
| The birds are meetin' 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 |
| Are you ever gonna treat me right (woah no) |
| Are you ever gonna hold me down (woah no) |
| Will you get tired holding me tight (woah no) |
| Looks like the story of love grows, alright |
| Will our love ever end (woah no) |
| Will you let me shake our tree (woah no) |
| Will you stop being my best friend (woah no) |
| Looks like the story of love never ends |