Sinéad O'Connor - Sean-Nós Nua - 2002

THE SINGING BIRD I have seen the lark soar high at morn Heard his song up in the blue I have heard the blackbird pipe his note The thrush and the linnet too But there's none of them can sing so sweet My singing bird as you. If I could lure my singing bird From his own cozy nest If I could catch my singing bird I would warm him on my breast For there's none of them can sing so sweet My singing bird as you. My singing bird as you. My singing bird as you.

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