Cousins She looks so frail beside you as she wears her sick disguise You say she'll soon be better as you dry her tearful eyes You tell her fairy stories, she tries to understand She looks to you for comfort and holds out her little hand. But early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again. You gently kiss her forehead and from the room you creep But you linger in the doorway as she whimpers in her sleep Her cheeks are flushed like sunset and her head's an open fire All night she turns and tosses as her temperature gets higher. But early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again. The night light in the corner casts a soft and peaceful glow Her face becomes much cooler and her breathing much more slow She dreams of clowns and princes sailing boats and trains The fairies come by moonlight to take away her pain. And early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine.