I have seen the lark soar high at morn To sing up in the blue I have heard the blackbird pipe it's tune The thrush and the linnet too. But there's none of them can sing so sweet My singing bird as you My singing bird as you And I would climb the high, high tree And I'd rob the wild bird's nest And I'd bring back my singing bird To the arms that I love the best. But there's none of them can sing so sweet My singing bird as you My singing bird as you