Little Birdie

Little Birdie, little birdie
Come and sing me a song
Got a short time to be here
Got a long time to be gone
Little Birdie, little birdie
What makes you fly so high?
It’s because I¹m a true little bird
And I do not fear to die
And if the grace is coming
I say just let it come
It won¹t need no TV preacher
Beating on their drum
Little Birdie, little birdie
What makes me love you?
It’s because you see me in my sorrow
But I¹m sarching for a patch of blue
Just like you
Little Birdi, little birdie
Come and sing me one song
I got a short time to be here
Got a long time to be gone