A singer I can't see, now who could it be
I climbed up the tree, it was calling for me.
A singing bird
If it was sparrow or crow I'll never know
My knowledge is low but for one fact I bow:
It was a singing bird.
It was in May, all the snow kept at bay
And nothing here lay in my very own way
To the singing bird.
Eventually it flew, as the wind rattled through
And I my breath drew and thanked the stars true
For a singing bird