Little Birds Lyrics

Oh 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 placesand places
Pass through you but you carry them with you
On the soles of your travelling shoes
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've got the wandering blues
And I'm gonna quit these rambling ways
One of these days

It's times like these I feel so small and wild
Like I could disappear and never be found
And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill
Singing these blues with a warble and a trill
But I'm not too blue to fly
No, I'm not too blue to fly
'Cause the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs

I love you so dearly, I love you so fearlessly
I wake you up in the morning so early
Just to tell you I've got the wandering blues
I've got the wandering blues
And I don't want to leave you
I love you through and through
But I left my baby on a pretty blue train
And I sing my songs to the cold and the rain
And I have the wandering blues
I sing those wandering blues
And I'm gonna quit these hard rambling ways
One of these days

And I sing the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs