Текст песни Singing Bird - Barbara Dickson

I have seen the lark soar high at morn
Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his note
The thrush and the linnet too
But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you
My singing bird as you

If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cosy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast
But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you

Oh, I will climb a high, high tree
And I'll rob a wild bird's nest
And I'll bring back my singing bird
To the arms that I love best
But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you
My singing bird as you