Little Birdy — Kristin Hersh

Little birdy, little birdy

What makes you fly so high?

Its because I am a birdy

And Im not afraid to die

Little birdy, little birdy

Come sing me your song

Ive a short time to be here with you

And a long time, to be gone

Little birdy, little birdy

What makes your wing so blue?

Its because Ive been a-grievin

Grievin after you

Little birdy, little birdy

Come sing me your song

Ive a short time to be here with you

And a long time, to be gone

Little birdy, little birdy

What makes your head so red?

After all that I have been through

Its a wonder I aint dead

Little birdy, little birdy

Come sing me your song

Ive a short time to be here with you

And a long time, to be gone