Willem Verkaik - The Singing Bird - текст песни (слова)

1.I have seen the lark soar high at morn' to sing up in the blue
 I have heard the blackbird pipe his tune, the thrush and linnet too
 But none of them can sing so sweet, my singing bird as you,
 Ah My singing bird as you.
 
 2.If I could lure my singing bird from its own cosy nest
 If I could catch my singing bird I would warm it on my breast.
 And on my heart  my singing bird would sing itself to rest
 Ah Would sing itself to rest.
 
 3.Oh I will climb a high, high tree and rock the wild birds nest,
 And  I'll bring back my singing bird to the arms that I love best.
 For there's none of them can sing so sweet my singing bird as you.
 Ah My singing bird as you.