Little birdie, little birdie [bad word] sing to me a song
short time to stay here
And a long time to be gone

I'd rather be in some dark holler
Where the sun don't never shine
Than to see you (?)
And to know you'll never be mine

Little birdie, little birdie
What makes you fly so high
It's because my own [bad word] lover
Is waiting in the sky

Little birdie, little birdie [bad word] sing to me a song
short time to stay here (note 1)
And a long time to be gone.