She sits alone by candlelight and sings a wistful song
Of freedom from a world where she will never quite belong.
She takes a square of paper and she folds it as she sings;
A tiny dragon lifts its head and spreads its paper wings,
Listen to the songs she sings so late into the night;
She folds the tiny paper wings and dreams of dragon flight
She recalls the pretty legend that they told in days gone by
If you fold a thousand paper cranes, then you will never die.
A tiny dragon perches on a chip of crystal stone
Would a thousand paper dragons have a magic of their own?
At last upon a rose-red dawn the day breaks clear and warm;
A thousand tiny dragons whirl around her like a storm.
She watches them in wonderment, 'til like the song she sings
She rises with them free to fly away on paper wings.
