I found him lying near the tree;
I folded up his wings.
Oh, little bird,
You never heard
The song the summer sings.
I wrapped him in a shirt I wore
I folded up his wings.
Oh, little bird,
You never heard
The song the summer sings.
I wrapped him in a shirt I wore
in winter;
it was blue.
Oh, little bird,
You never heard
The song I sang to you.
it was blue.
Oh, little bird,
You never heard
The song I sang to you.