(A tree of birds) In a desert town the desert sunbeam down on a small boy laying sick in bed It burned his fevered brow so much she witched somehow But the sun was the shade tree instead I chanced the whippoorwill which throne is windowsill And overheard the boy's fevered plea He whippoorwilled a cry to feathered friends near by And an old time at all they made a tree A tree of birds a bird tree soon the tree started singing merryly Chirup chirup twee twee get on your feet sweetly sang a tree of bird
When the little boy heard that lovely song he looked all around and to his surprise There was a wonderous tree a whinning singing tree A tree of birds flying right before his weary eyes With their little wings they kept cooling things Till his fever broke and ill may flow away The boy has tried to tell how birds made him well but no one believes him to this say A tree of birds... (A tree of bird) a tree of birdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
