Why do you sing you pretty bird
How can you fly so high
When my true love has left me
And here alone am I.
Pretty bird, pretty bird,
I wish that I were you
Pretty bird, pretty bird,
I'd fly up in the blue.
Oh, hear the piper play his tune
He's playing soft and low
He plays a tune familiar
One that you should know.
Pretty bird, pretty bird,
I wish that I were you
Pretty bird, pretty bird,
I'd fly up in the blue.
There's nothing tasted sweater babe
Since I started loving you
Tomorrow coloured red and gold
Now it's turning blue.
Pretty bird, pretty bird,
I wish that I was you
Pretty bird, pretty bird,
I'd fly up in the blue.
No there's nothing tasted sweater babe
Since I started loving you
Tomorrow coloured red and gold
Now it's turning blue.
Pretty bird, pretty bird,
I wish that I were you
Pretty bird, pretty bird,
I'd fly up in the blue.