Little Birds - The Wildwoods (Official Music Video)

“Little Birds” by The Wildwoods is a song about forgiveness and finding peace within the simple, everyday comforts of sharing a life with the person you love. Recorded straight to tape at historic Peppermint Productions in Youngstown, OH, “Little Birds” is the 3rd single to be released from The Wildwoods’ recording sessions with producer Anthony LaMarca (The War on Drugs, The Building). This live video was filmed at Chloe and Noah's home in Lincoln, Nebraska. Stream this song: https://sndo.ffm.to/yl1oa7e CREDITS: Vocals, acoustic guitar: Chloe Gose Vocals, acoustic guitar: Noah Gose Vocals, upright bass: Andrew Vaggalis Audio recorded and mixed by Noah Gose Director & Cinematographer: Karl Birchley COME SEE US ON TOUR: https://www.thewildwoodsband.com/shows Follow The Wildwoods: Instagram: / @thewildwoods Facebook: / @thewildwoodsband TikTok: / @thewildwoodsband Bandsintown: https://bit.ly/TourDatesWW Website: https://www.thewildwoodsband.com Listen to The Wildwoods: Spotify: https://bit.ly/SpotifyWW Apple Music: https://bit.ly/ApplemusicWW Amazon Music: https://bit.ly/AmazonmusicWW Tidal: https://bit.ly/TidalWW Lyrics: Slam the door, stomp your feet. You can find me in the bath when you want an apology. If you Give me 10, will you still be around? What was the song you were humming earlier in the morning? Neither of us wrote it down. How I love to hear you sing, You have a way with words. And it sounds an awful lot like little birds. You know I’d love to see you fly, if you promise to return. There is room in the great blue sky for a little bird. Through the glass, through the curtains I know you’re sitting in the kitchen, soaking in the morning sun Behind my ears, I feel your shade. The shadow you are casting has left me asking, can we stop the charade? How I love to hear you sing, You have a way with words. And it sounds an awful lot like little birds. You know I’d love to see you fly, if you promise to return. There is room in the great blue sky for a little bird. Under your pillow, wrapped in paper from from the phone book I left you something, won’t you go ahead and take a look? A figurine of a little bird, Carved from a plank of the neighbors falling fence line, we’ll fix it up I’m sure. How I love to hear you sing, You have a way with words. And it sounds an awful lot like little birds. You know I’d love to see you fly, if you promise to return. There is room in the great blue sky for a little bird. There is room in the great blue sky. There is room in the great blue sky for a little bird.