A bird sings outside my piano, Lark of sweet love singing low, The more I play, the more he sings.
He lives right up there in the green tree, Singing to me melodies, And in return I play for him. I played him a song on my piano.
Well, I played real good, And I played what I could And in return, he sang for me. He lives right out there in the tree, Giving me his melodies. A bird sings outside my piano.
Well, I played real good, And I played what I could And in return, he sang for me. He lives right out there in the tree, Giving me his melodies. A bird sings outside my piano.
A bird sings outside my piano, Lark of sweet love singing low, He lives right up there in the green tree, Singing to me melodies, The more I play, the more he sings. A bird sings outside my piano.