My Singing Bird
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.
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
For there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.
Feed The Birds
Early each day to the steps
of Saint Paul's,
The little old Bird Woman comes.
In her own special way
to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags
full of crumbs."
"Come feed the little birds,
show them you care,
And you'll be glad if you do --
Their young ones are hungry,
their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you."
Feed the birds,
tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence,
tuppence a bag.
"Feed the birds,
" that's what she cries,
While overhead,
her birds fill the skies.
All around the cathedral,
the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares;
Although you can't see it,
you know they are smiling
Each time someone
shows that he cares.
Though her words
are simple
Listen, listen,
she's calling to you --
"Feed the birds,
tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence,
tuppence a bag."
Though her words are
simple and few,
Listen, listen,
she's calling to you --
"Feed the birds,
tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence,
tuppence a bag."
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The Ever Changing page
This Month It Is My Mothers Day Page
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