No Salt on Her Tail

                                  Not in my arms, but on my mind

Yes, on my mind, but not in my arms

Time passes by

And I watch her fly

Yes, I watch her fly

And time passes by.



Though it's hard for me

I'm going to leave her free

Because that would be the best philosophy

Then she'll come to me

So I feel that to be real that...



This little bird, she can fly away;

No salt on her tail

No cage to make her stay.



Though it's hard for me,

I'm going to leave her free

Because that would be the best philosophy. 

She'll come to me

So I feel that to be real...



This little bird she can fly away

No salt on her tail

No, she can fly away... 

(No cage to make her stay)

No cage to maker her stay...

(No cage to make her stay)

This little bird can fly away...

(No cage to make her stay)

(No cage to make her stay)