Little Birdie

Some people say, that there'll be good times comin'

And I heard it through the waves, that the sun soon come shining through

Better rip out those weeds and I'll prepare for the feast ahead

I'm gonna go tell the priest, tell him all the things I should've said

Little Birdie, keep singing at me

Tell it how it is, I can't tell the woods from the trees

Oh I know it's gonna be so sweet

Oh I know it's gonna be so sweet

When I have my way, oh I'm gonna paint the town so bright

'Cause how we've been living it's been hard to find

A little peace a little quiet for my mind

And I assure you it's gonna be, filled with the best of lights

Summer's coming at straight me

Oh and I'm ready, oooh I'm ready

Little Birdie yeah, keep singing at me

Tell it how it is, when I can't tell the woods from the trees

Oh I know it's gonna be so sweet

On a wing I'll watch the blue, take my pain and I'll take it from you

Dappled white, I'll beg to the moon, I'll find another way

Paint it a different hue

Little Birdie, keep singing at me

Tell it how it is, when I can't tell the woods from the trees

Oh I know it's gonna be so sweet