Little Birdie



Little birdie, little birdie

Come and sing me your song.

I've a short time for to be here

And a long time to be gone.



Little birdie, little birdie,

What makes you fly so high?

It's because I have a true little heart

And I don't care to die.



I'd rather be here, honey

Than any place I know.

But to help keep down trouble,

Down this old road I go.



Little birdie, little birdie

What makes your wings so blue?

It's nothing else but grieving,

Grieving over you.



I'd rather drink muddy water,

Rather sleep in a holler log,

Than to stay here, on this old river

Be treated like a dirty dog.



@animal @love

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