I have seen the lark soar high at morn 

Heard his song up in the blue 

I have heard the songbird 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. 

My singing bird as you. 

My singing bird as you.