Sing Little Bird , Sing ! Options

[Aggiel]

Cleo,

You are always so encouraging ! Thanks a lot for dropping by.
   :king:


Lai

[Aggiel]

Sing Little Bird , Sing ! ( EDITED )

                         Come, you birdie that sings with glee
                         The night has passed , the sun is up
                         You must come down the tree to see
                         I've put out some crumbs for you in a cup.

                         Sing , little bird , sing me a song !
                         make me soft and sweet all day long .
                         Soon , I will leave this surreal valley
                         chirp me your tales ; make me merry !

                         Wee butterflies flit among bright flowers
                         red, yellow and pink , after showers .
                         Like you , they need to drink and feed,
                         but do not eat bread crumbs or seed .

                         So little bird , start singing your song .
                         I've waited for your melody late and long .
                         Sing of the mountains , plains and sunrise
                         the  fairies , fresh dews and fireflies.

                         My little bird sings on and on and on .
                        creates  a  dream  for my  new dawn.
                         When   the sun sets  it sings  no more;
                        that's the time when  I close my door.

                          Aggie

Sing Little Bird , Sing ! ( ORIGINAL)

Come, you birdie that sings with glee
The night has passed , the sun is up
You must come down the tree to see
I've put out some crumbs for you in a cup.

Sing , little bird , sing me a song !
make me soft and sweet all day long .
Soon , I will leave this surreal valley
chirp me your tales ; make me merry !

Wee butterflies flit among bright flowers
red, yellow and pink , after showers .
Like you , they need to drink and feed,
but do not eat bread crumbs or seed .

So little bird , start singing your song .
I've waited for your melody late and long .
Sing of the mountains , plains and sunrise
the  fairies , fresh dews and fireflies.

My little bird sings on and on and on .
I sit on my veranda listening , all alone .
My bird will come tomorrow at dawn.
I will be out there  mowing  the lawn.



2oo2 Lai