You're a little bird that came to fluff its wings on my windowsill
You're a little bird that came to fluff its wings on my windowsill
And now there's an empty spot on my windowsill
You sang a little song that I can whistle now at my windowsill
You sang a little song that I can whistle now at my windowsill
While I look to the west for my little bird
(You told me)
You can tell a bird by the way that it flies
You can trust my word 'til the day that you die
A raven won't pluck out another raven's eye
And all this, you, a little bird, told me
Kiss the hand that you can not bite
Wait long enough and they'll run out of fight
And every bird loves to hear its own song
And all this, you, a little bird, told me
It's no secret that's known to three
You won't get far trying to force the sea
A whistling woman and a crowing hen
Will bring no luck to the house that they're in
So I whistle your song for you...
You're a little bird that came to fluff its wings on my windowsill
You sang a little song that I can whistle now at my windowsill
While I look to the west for my little bird