Singin’ Bird

I have heard the lark soar high at morn'
Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his notes
The thrush and the linnet too

But there's none of them can sing so sweet my singing bird as you
Ah.... 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

Oh, I will climb a high, high tree
And I'll rob that wild bird's nest
And I'll bring back my singing bird
To the arms that I love best