The Dickey-Bird Song

A dicky-bird whispered heaven to her Spring is here, spring is here, spring is here A little crow sang a happy hello My favourite time of the year A little frog sang a song on its log, Lose your blues, lose your blues, lose your blues And you and I fell in love and reply On heaven a dicky-bird knows If you have to look around to find a reason For such a wonderful thing You can blame it on the sentimental season Falling in love is done in the spring The? flirted us with her wing At a boy, at a girl, nothing wrong When you are in love you'll go swinging along Singing that dicky-bird's song If you have to look around to find a reason For such a wonderful thing You can blame it on the sentimental season Falling in love is done in the spring The? flirted us with her wing At a boy, at a girl, nothing wrong When you are in love you'll go swinging along Singing that dicky-bird's song