I wrote this delicate song several years ago, about the importance of music in my life.
It tells the story of how song – specifically, voice – was my solace as a little girl – how life somehow silenced that crucial medicine.
This is the only banjo tune I've written – I really have no idea how to play it, but I enjoy finding my own sound – something twinkly and harp-like rather than the typical twang.
when i was a little girl, i'd climb as high as i could go
up there, up above the world, i'd sing my little girl woes
my voice gave me wings, to lift me out of my little sufferings
'cause the heart of a little girl is such a delicate thing
as she learns how to care for and how to carry everything
as i grew taller, i climbed less and less high
my voice grew gradually smaller, as life taught me how to hide
the sound of my pain inside...this little bird forgot how to fly
'cause the heart of a little bird is such a delicate thing
as she carries the weight of the world on tiny, fragile wings
so take care of the little girls....take care
take care of the little birds....take care
for we all need to hear their heartfelt lullabies
to help draw the tears hiding in our eyes
