Lyrics

She sat all alone in an orchard,
With little blue bows in her hair,
And gazed through the tears, softly falling
On the arm of her tiny wheelchair.

A little canary sang sweetly
On the branch of an old apple tree.
She spoke in almost a whisper,
"Won't you please trade places with me?"

"Just for today, little fellow,
So I may finally see
What it would be like to be flying,
Singing without a care, I'd be free."

"For you see, I get lonely and tired,
The friends I have are so few,
But I know I'd have friends, little fellow,
If I could trade places with you."

"Just for today, little fellow,
Then I'd return to my chair,
And I'd cherish my wonderful memories,
No more would I shed a tear."

"Oh I would be ever so thankful,
And I'd never complain again."
Then sadly she glanced at her wheelchair,
And all hope of her wish there did end.