Little Birdie

Some people say, that there'll be good times comin' And I heard it through the waves, that the sun soon come shining through Better rip out those weeds and I'll prepare for the feast ahead I'm gonna go tell the priest, tell him all the things I should've said Little Birdie, keep singing at me Tell it how it is, I can't tell the woods from the trees Oh I know it's gonna be so sweet Oh I know it's gonna be so sweet When I have my way, oh I'm gonna paint the town so bright Cause how we've been living it's been hard to find A little peace a little quiet for my mind And I assure you it's gonna be, filled with the best of lights Summer's coming at straight me Oh and I'm ready, oooh I'm ready Little Birdie yeah, keep singing at me Tell it how it is, when I can't tell the woods from the trees Oh I know it's gonna be so sweet On a wing I'll watch the blue, take my pain and I'll take it from you Dappled white, I'll beg to the moon, I'll find another way Paint it a different hue Little Birdie, keep singing at me Tell it how it is, when I can't tell the woods from the trees Oh I know it's gonna be so sweet