| Song | Folk Singer |
| Artist | Birdie |
| Album | Some Dusty |
| Her golden hair falls down her face | |
| To hide her eyes and leave no trace | |
| I have to search each day | |
| She gives nothing away | |
| You see for me she comes along | |
| To gather up and sing her song | |
| She sang for me today | |
| But has nothing to say | |
| Now everyone falls at her feet | |
| Looking for answers when she speaks | |
| She has to turn again | |
| Her silence still remains | |
| Before the night has even gone | |
| She has already moved along | |
| Now everyone can see | |
| She breaks so easily |