Oh, blackbird …
Oh, blackbird
Sitting on the garden fence
Sing a song for me
As I sit here all alone
Watching you watch me
Sing me a lullaby
When I go to bed at night
Sing a song to wake me up
In the morning light
You look tired and worn
Why have you stopped your singing
Why are you forlorn
If I could sing
I’d sing for you
The sweetest melody
The sweetest song that I could sing
Would be my legacy
As I watch you I see
That you are old and turning grey
An old bird like me
Now our children have left home
So quickly they all grew
To make their own way in this world
They’ve gone to pastures new
So, blackbird
@ rowland paul hill