Little Birdie - Steve Young

Little Birdie, little birdie

Come and sing me a song

Got a short time to be here

Got a long time to be gone

Little Birdie, little birdie

What makes you fly so high?

It’s because I¹m a true little bird

And I do not fear to die

And if the grace is coming

I say just let it come

It won¹t need no TV preacher

Beating on their drum

Little Birdie, little birdie

What makes me love you?

It’s because you see me in my sorrow

But I¹m sarching for a patch of blue

Just like you

Little Birdi, little birdie

Come and sing me one song

I got a short time to be here

Got a long time to be gone