She sings beautiful and slow.

The movement comes in slow,

It's a tune we both should know.

And the walls are thin, so we keep our voices low.

You're a bird with a pretty mouth,

You're a bird with songs to shout.

But that same refrain continues singing out:

"If you love her, let her go.
If you love her, let her go."

She sings beautiful and slow - A tune that only caged birds know.

So you're out there, on the phone,
And I'm back here, at home.

And the words are new, but I recognize the tone:

"If you love her, let her go.
If you love her, let her go.
If you love her, let her go."

She's beautifully composed - A tune that only caged birds know.

My love goes free..
My love goes free..

My love goes free..