COME,
BIRDIE,
COME.
By Will S. Hays.
Beautiful bird of spring has come,
Seeking a place to build his home,
Warbling his song so light and free,
Beautiful bird, come live with me.
Come live with me, you shall be free,
If you will come and live with me.
Come live with me, you shall be free,
Beautiful bird come live with me.
I'm all alone,
Come live with me,
Come live with me,
Chorus - Come, birdie, come and live with me,
We will be happy, light and free;
You shall be all the world to me,
Come, birdie, come and live with me.
Ye little birds that sit and sing.
Many a thought of loved ones bring,
Hov'ring around your tiny nest,
Calling your loved ones home to rest.
Oh! happy bird, no thought of care,
No aching heart, no grief to bear,
Over the land, over the sea,
Come change your home and live with me.
Come change your home,
No more to roam,
Come change your home. - Cho.
Birdie, what makes you fly away?
When I come near you, tell me, pray,
I'll not deceive you, you are free,
If you should come and live with me.
Now, birdie fly, fast to the sky,
To your sweet home, for night is nigh,
And when the sun shines o'er the lea,
Bring thy sweet mate and live with me.
Then we will sing,
Daylight to bring,
Then we will sing. - Cho.
Wm. J. Schmidt, 360 Mulberry Street, Baltimore.
Publisher of American, English, Irish, Dutch, Negro, Sailor, Soldie [sic],
Comic, Humerous [sic], College, Sentimental, Social and Religious,
Choice Selected Standard Songs.