I used to see the birds fly So high in the sky I'd see the little birds fly And I'd wonder why Not one tear Not one mournful sigh Now when I die and I will see You can dig my grave shallow And not narrow and deep I'd lay on that hillside as time goes on I'll feel the south wind blowing As I go alone Well it's Codine, it's Codine I'd love you from old I heard more Codine than your silver And your gold It helped me when I was restless You know it helped me to grow old So give the stars to my mama And give the moon to my pa Give the road to my best friend When the wild geese howl Give love to my enemies Well give it all