I have heard the lark soar high at morn'
Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his notes
The thrush and the linnet too
Chorus:
But there's none of them can sing so sweet my singing 
bird as you
Ah.... My singing bird as you
If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cozy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast
Oh, I will climb a high, high tree
And I'll rob that wild bird's nest
And I'll bring back my singing bird
To the arms that I love best