In the springtime of my youth when she came like a pretty bird
whistling in the garden of my heart
like two eggs in a basket spawned from a
pretty bird I built her left nest in my own
the pretty bird is softly singing the
roost the crows high and low
she used the roost by my window till the fateful day
she had to go
it's the summer of my days I have seen lots of
pretty birds but women were given wings to fly
don't you think I've forgotten the sound of
the pretty birds as dear as my mother's lullaby
the pretty bird is softly singing the roost the crows high and low
she used the roost by my window till the fateful day she had to go
in the winter of my life when I walk past
the pretty bird if you see a twinkle in my
eye don't you think I'm chasing after
the pretty girls I'm missing my booty in
the sky the pretty bird is softly
singing the roost the crows high and low
she used the roost by my window
till the fateful day she had to go
till the
fateful day she had to go
till the fateful day she had to go