Singing Bird 

I have seen the lark soar high at morn
I’ve heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his note
The thrush and the linnet too

[chorus] 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

If I could climb that high, high tree
I would rob that wild bird’s nest
And I’d bring back my singing bird
To the arms I love the best