Blackbird - Martyn Bennett
What a voice what a voice what a voice I hear
It's like the voice of my Willy dear
But if I had wings like that swallow high
I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy
What a voice what a voice what a voice I hear
It's like the voice of my Willy dear
But if I had wings like that swallow high
I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy
When my apron it hung
My true love followed through frost and snow
And now my apron it is take my chin
He passes me by and he ne'er spiers in
There is a black bird sits on yon tree
Some says it is blind and it can I see
Some says it is blind and it can I see
And so is my true love tae me
