CHORUS:
It was Saturday morning
I was under my tree
I heard the birds sing
They were singing to me

Building a fortress
From the rocks and the sand
Small twigs were the soldiers
That I would command

CHORUS

I was up with the sunrise
Sitting under my tree
I saw the birds fly
Wild and free

Through the din of the morning
As the neighbourhood rose
I ran from my world
So nobody knows

CHORUS:
It was Saturday morning
I was under my tree
I heard the birds sing
They were singing to me