My little bird, my little bird.
I'll sing to thee. I'll sing in summer's time.
My little bird, my little bird, the morning will come all in a sun's good old time.
While you are sleeping,
I will keep singing your sweet melody
'cause you knew a boy who at age ten just moved in.
And come tomorrow, the year will turn over-18/19.
You were just watching.
You gave me wings
I flew so high.
I flew so high.
My little bird, my little bird, I will keep on singing. Oh my little bird, my little bird.