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

My singing bird as you

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

But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you


Oh, I will climb a high, high tree
And I'll rob a wild bird's nest
And I'll bring back my singing bird

To the arms that I love best
But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you

My singing bird as you