Words: Lissa Schneckenburger Music: Traditional
Oh the blackbird is the blackest crow
To ever sail the sky
He lifts his head spreads his wings
Like a shadow flying by
And trouble looking sparkly clean
Comes around the bend
He lifts his head grins a toothy grin
Says “Lord I’m back again”
And trouble walks a crooked walk
He’ll tell you he’s your friend
But when there comes a time of need
He’ll leave you in the end
Oh the blue bird is a pretty bird
She sings the sweetest song
And when she flies high over-head
You know it won’t be long.