Singing Bird

I have seen the lark soar high at morn,
Heard his song up in the blue.
I have heard the blackbird pipe his notes,
The thrush and linnet too.

Chorus:
   But there's none of them can sing so sweet,
   My singing bird as you.
   Ah ......., Ah ........,
   My singing bird as you.

If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cosy nest,
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast.

Chorus:
   But there's none of them can sing so sweet,
   My singing bird as you.
   Ah ......., Ah ........,
   My singing bird as you.

Oh, I will climb a high, high tree
And I'll rob a wild birds nest
And I'll bring back my singing bird
To the arms that love him best.

Chorus
   But there's none of them can sing so sweet,
   My singing bird as you.
   Ah ......., Ah ........,
   My singing bird as you.