The Singing Bird - Sinéad O'Connor (西尼德·奥康娜)

I've seen the lark soar high at noon

Heard his song up in the blue

I've heard the songbird pipe his note

The thrush and the linnet too

But there's none of them can sing so sweet

My singing bird as you oh oh

My singing bird as you

If I could lure my singing bird

From his own cozy nest

If I could catch my singing bird

I would warm him on my breast

For there's none of them can sing so sweet

My singing bird as you oh oh

My singing bird as you oh oh

My singing bird as you