The birds are singing in your eyes this day

Sweet flowers blossom in your smile

The wind and sun are in the words you say

Where might your lonesome lover be?



Birds maybe singing in my eyes today

Sweet flowers blossom when I smile,

But my soul is stormy and my heart blows wild,

My sweetheart rides a ship on the sea



WORDS: Woody Guthrie - MUSIC: Billy Bragg 1997