Woorden: Bobby Bare. Bird Named Yesterday.

I had a bird he flew away
And I guess he's gone to stay
But I see him winging on his way
My flyaway bird named Yesterday

He's over the place of my birth
He's circling a spot that I know
He's hangin' around the saw mill town
Where the gentle summer breeze blow

I had a bird he flew away
And I guess he's gone to stay
But I see him winging on his way
My flyaway bird named Yesterday

He's riding on a train
He's down at the old swimmin' hole
He'll fly till he finds
That old gang of mine

Then he'll search for a tree
A big tall oak tree
Then he'll look from his perch
At the old country church

I had a bird he flew away
And I guess he's gone to stay
But I see him winging on his way
My flyaway bird named Yesterday