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administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing) Billy Strings: Guitar Billy Failing: Banjo Royal Masat: Bass Jarrod Walker: Mandolin Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle Sitting under the cypress tree I saw a miracle flying high I tuned into the song that she was singing The melody was an honest friend and it felt like I was learning to fly But I fear Ill never know the feeling It must be nice (it must feel good) To just be heard And it might sound a bit absurd Id sing along with the birds Id sing along if I only knew the words Id sing along with the birds, if I only knew the words Staring into the wishing well has got you feeling a particular way You cant stand to see your own reflection So toss a penny and close your eyes and try to think of something to say And dont waste your wishes on perfection It must be nice (it must feel good) To just be heard And it might sound a bit absurd Id sing along with the birds Id sing along if I only knew the words Id sing along with the birds, if I only knew the words Id master every verse until my spirit learned to burst Into the morning sun While my heart is on the run All the wind in the whistlin world could whip a whisper any given day Just to see if there was anyone to listen They say the April rain will fall to resurrect the flowers of May You cant know who you love until you miss them It must be nice (it must feel good) To just be heard And it might sound a bit absurd Id sing along with the birds Id sing along if I only knew the words Id sing along with the birds, if I only knew the words Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI