Little Birds

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 places

And places pass through you

But you carry them with you

On the soles of your traveling 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 going to quit these hard 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

I sing my songs to the cold and the rain

And I have the wandering blues

I sing those wandering blues

And I'm going to 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