My Singing Bird - Luka Bloom

I have seen the lark soar high at morn

To sing up in the blue

I have heard the blackbird pipe it’s 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