The Littlest Birds

(Sammy Parton&Jolie Holland&Syd Barrett) Well, I feel like an old hobo I'm sad, lonesome and blue I was fair as a summer's day Now the summer days are through You pass through places And places pass through you But you carry them with you On the soles of your travelling shoes Well, I love you so dearly I love you so clearly I wake you up in the morning So early just to tell you I got the wandering blues I got the wandering blues And I'm going to quit These rambling ways one of these Days soon And I sing The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs