Every time the cold wind blows
The bird is singing because he knows
That soon enough the wind will be warm
And the bees and flies will all soon swarm
And then you see, he will be flying
Hell tell the world there is no more crying
And he will chirp, chirp all day long
As the people pass by singing along
He will be happy he can return to his favorite city
Hell see his friend squirrel, who is happy and witty
You see this bird is happy when springtime returns
Where he can see all the flowers, grass and ferns
This bird gives his sweet love a special bird kiss
Because you see, the bird is lost, in the Springtime bliss
