I had a bird he flew away and I guess he's gone to stay

But I see him winging on his way my flyaway bird named Yesterday



He's over the place of my birth he's circling a spot that I know

He's hangin' around the Saw Mill town where the gentle summer breezes blow

I had a bird he flew away...



He's riding on a train he's down at the old swimmin' hole

He'll fly till he finds that old gang of mine

Then he'll search for a tree a big tall oak tree

Then he'll look from his perch at the old country church

I had a bird he flew away...