Little Birdie

Little birdie, little birdie
Won't you sing to me your song
Got a short time to stay here
And a long time to be gone

Little birdie, little birdie
Why do you fly so high?
Well, it's just there, my dear lovers
Up there waiting in the sky, oh

Little birdie, little birdie
What makes your wing so blue?
Well, it's just there, that all grieving
That all grieving over you, oh

I'd rather be in this old darkness
Where the sun refuse to shine
Than to see you, with another
And to know you will never be mine, huh

We'll fly down now
Little birdie, won't you sing to me your song
Gotta sing now, while we're together
I won't hear when I'm gone, oh