MY SINGING BIRD
My Singing Bird
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I’ve seen the
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lark soar
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high at
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morn to
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sing up
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in the blue
I’ve
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heard the
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blackbird
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pipe his
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song, the
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thrush and
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linnet
too
But
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none of them can
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sing so
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sweet, my
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singing bird as
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you
Ah, ah,
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ah, ah,
Em
ah, ah, ah,
Am
ah, ah,
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ah, my
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singing
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bird as you.
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.
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
For there’s none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.