Birdies lyrics

Grandma set sail in her old wooden clogs
The children with torches, they drove off the dogs
Bessie’s been gone now, just shy of a week
Oh Lord, if the hoarfrost could speak

Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground

I hear the old organist pedaling his feet
He ate the grey goose but it broke out his teeth
His only request, when it’s all said and done
Let his skeleton bask in the sun

Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground

How could it be so, I feel wide awake
And yet I’m still dreaming I’m William Blake
The shepherds are piping to the lambs and the flowers
And the princess has leapt from the tower

Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground
The winter will come and teach us all patience
The spring will bring kittens and calfs and carnations
The fruit will be sweet, but answer me please
Have you tasted the sap of the trees?

Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground

The rains falling gently, the birds are all gone
They flew to the apples and flowers beyond
Our time is so little here , it lasts but a day
Be with me love and pass it away