Music by Ray Henderson;lyricis by Mort Dixon.

Pack up all my care and woe.
Here I go, singing low,
Bye, Bye, blackbird.
Where somebody waits for me -
Sugar's sweet, so is she.
Bye, Bye, blackbird.
No one here can love and understand me.
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me.
Make my bed and light the light;
I'll arrive late tonight.
Blackbird, bye, bye.