Singing Bird
Traditional
I have seen the lark soar high at morn
Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird piping his note
And the thrush and the linnet too
But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you
Ooh-ooh, my singing bird as you
If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cozy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him upon my breast
For there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you
Ooh-ooh, my singing bird as you
For there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you
Ooh-ooh, my singing bird as you