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 notes, The thrush and linnet too. Chorus: But there's none of them can sing so sweet, My singing bird as you. Ah ......., Ah ........, My singing bird as you. | 2. If I could lure my singing bird From his own cosy nest, If I could catch my singing bird I would warm him on my breast. Chorus:
3. Oh, I will climb a high, high tree |