the singing bird

i have seen the lark soar high at morn

heard his song up in the blue

i have heard the blackbird pipe his note

the thrush and the linnet too

but there's none of them can sing so sweet

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 on my breast

for there's none of them can sing so sweet

my singing bird as you. my singing bird as you. my singing bird as you.