Paroles
1. Little Birdie, little birdie,
What makes you fly so high?
It's because I am a true little bird,
And I do not fear to die.
2. Little Birdie, little birdie,
What makes you wing so blue?
It's because I've been a-grievin',
Grievin' after you.
3. Little Birdie, little birdie,
What makes your head se red?
Well, after all that I benn through,
It's a wonder I ain't dead.
4. Little Birdie, little birdie,
Come sing to me a song.
I've a short while to be here,
And a long time to be gone.
