paroles de chanson Little Birds - Jolie Holland

Oh, I feel like an old hobo
I'm sad, lonesome and blue
I was fair as a summer's day
Now the summer days are through

You pass through places
And places pass through you
But you carry them with you
On the soles of your traveling shoes

I love you so dearly
I love you so clearly
I wake you up in the morning so early
Just to tell you I got the wandering blues

I've got the wandering blues
And I'm going to quit these hard rambling ways
One of these days

It's times like these I feel so small and wild
Like I could disappear and never be found
And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill
Singing these blues with a warble and a trill

But I'm not too blue to fly
No, I'm not too blue to fly
'Cause the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs

I love you so dearly
I love you so fearlessly
I wake you up in the morning so early
Just to tell you I've got the wandering blues

I've got the wandering blues
And I don't want to leave you
I love you through and through

But I left my baby on a pretty blue train
I sing my songs to the cold and the rain
And I have the wandering blues

I sing those wandering blues
And I'm going to quit these hard rambling ways
One of these days

And I sing the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs