My Singing Bird

	I have seen the lark soar high at morn
	To sing up in the blue
	I have heard the blackbird pipe its tune
	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

	And I would climb the high, high tree
	And I'd rob the wild bird's nest
	And I'd bring back my singing bird
	To the arms that I love the best.

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