Song of a Sad Little Girl - Rick Wakeman

She looks so frail beside you

As she wears her sick disguise

You say she'll soon be better

As you dry her tearful eyes

You tell her fairy stories

She tries to understand

She looks to you for comfort

And holds out her little hand

But early in the morning

When the sun shines

Into her tiny room

She wakes up like a bird

And she's fine again

You gently kiss her forehead

And from the room you creep

But you linger in the doorway

As she whimpers in her sleep

Her cheeks are flushed like sunset

And her head's an open fire

All night she turns and tosses

As her temperature gets higher

But early in the morning

When the sun shines

Into her tiny room

She wakes up like a bird

And she's fine again

The nightlight in the corner

Casts a soft and peaceful glow

Her face becomes much cooler

And her breathing much more slow

She dreams of clowns and princes

Sailing boats and trains

The fairies come by moonlight

To take away her pain

But early in the morning

When the sun shines

Into her tiny room

She wakes up like a bird

And she's fine again

She wakes up

Like a bird

And she feels fine

She wakes up

Like a bird

And she feels fine

She wakes up

Like a bird

And she feels fine