Pretty Little Bird Songtext
von Peter Combe

Pretty, pretty little bird
Sweetest thing you′ve ever heard
Sings a song to me each day
Merry month of May
Sitting in the apple tree
Where she always likes to be
In the night she goes away
Then back again next day

Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I′ve heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I've heard


Sun rises in the morn
Another day, another dawn
Hear the early morning song
Hear it loud and strong
Sighing of a gentle breeze
Leaves that rustle in the trees
The beauty of another day
And all that I can say is


Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won′t you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I′ve heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I′ve heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I′ve heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I′ve heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I've heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won′t you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I′ve heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I′ve heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I′ve heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I′ve heard, oh please
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little bird
Won't you sing me your song?
Sing the one that I've heard, oh please