How silly sound the rain drops Are dancing at my feet And tingling on my face It seems to sparkle, yeah, then it weeps for me And they carried by a dream Of raindrops to the night A song I hear a-jingling And sweetly does it call Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding, bird Sing your song for me
Hey, little bird I walk beneath the trees And I see an ageless man Who plays a timeless tune Upon a golden banjo And he sings a song of laughter And sadness that whispers To the darkness of the trees
Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding Little bird Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding Little bird Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding
Oh, ring-a-ding bird in a ding-dong tree Won't you sing a song to me Oh, crazy little bird of my dreams
And now I see A dancing boy who steps the stones That mark the path of time To catch the wind that blows his blues away Oh, ring-a-ding bird, can't you see the sadness That's deep in his eyes?
Little bird Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding Little bird Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding Little bird Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding, bird Sitting high I wonder now why you don't fly away Little bird of my dreams
Hey little bird Please set me free I beg of you
For now I see A strange young girl Who is standing there And she cries alone Beneath the branches That are hangin' splendour Who's she might be Lord, I'll never know Until I'm free
Must I pass her by? How I wish you could hear What is calling on me Strange young girl Set me free from the spell And a-hold me to thy breast And lead me from the woodland And the call that I hear
Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding Little bird Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding Little bird Oh, ring-a-ding Oh, ring-a-ding Little birdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.