Erin McKeown - Blackbirds lyrics
[Erin McKeown - Blackbirds lyrics]
Four and twenty blackbirds perched
O'er the milhaus floor
Four and twenty blackbirds perched
O'er the milhaus floor
Watching a pair of blackbirds
A pair of blackbirds more
Four and twenty blackbirds perched
O'er the milhaus floor
One blackbird to the other, "you
Must be my queen, "
Said one blackbird to the other, "say, say
Say you must be my queen"
Well, the other replied in turn, "well
Sure enough you my king"
Four and twenty blackbirds and
Two began to sing
The queen she sang of milhaus
Rising to the sky the king he sang of riches
Baked in a honey pie
Stick your finger in and taste it on the sly
Sing a song of sixpence and
A pocketful of rye
The queen she asked that question
"what makes the milhaus rare?"
The king replied in turn, "well
Tonight it's you so fair"
Four and twenty blackbirds too
Baked themselves to care
Fly away you dainty dish
Two blackbirds flew upstairs
When that sun had risen
The rhyming it was through
When that sun had risen, yeah
Yeah the rhyming it was through
Four and twenty blackbirds had rhymed
That whole night through
Fly away two blackbirds with
Nothing left to prove
Now you count that blackbird lucky
Who first to fly away
Bitter that taste left behind and
The lonesome heart astray
Pity not that blackbird
The blackbird who must stay
For having tasted blackbird pie
Baked and on display
Four and twenty blackbirds
Four and twenty blackbirds perched
O'er the milhaus floor watching a pair
Watching a pair of blackbirds
Watching a pair of blackbirds
Pair of blackbirds more
O'er the milhaus floor
Four and twenty blackbirds perched
O'er the milhaus floor
Watching a pair of blackbirds
A pair of blackbirds more
Four and twenty blackbirds perched
O'er the milhaus floor
One blackbird to the other, "you
Must be my queen, "
Said one blackbird to the other, "say, say
Say you must be my queen"
Well, the other replied in turn, "well
Sure enough you my king"
Four and twenty blackbirds and
Two began to sing
The queen she sang of milhaus
Rising to the sky the king he sang of riches
Baked in a honey pie
Stick your finger in and taste it on the sly
Sing a song of sixpence and
A pocketful of rye
The queen she asked that question
"what makes the milhaus rare?"
The king replied in turn, "well
Tonight it's you so fair"
Four and twenty blackbirds too
Baked themselves to care
Fly away you dainty dish
Two blackbirds flew upstairs
When that sun had risen
The rhyming it was through
When that sun had risen, yeah
Yeah the rhyming it was through
Four and twenty blackbirds had rhymed
That whole night through
Fly away two blackbirds with
Nothing left to prove
Now you count that blackbird lucky
Who first to fly away
Bitter that taste left behind and
The lonesome heart astray
Pity not that blackbird
The blackbird who must stay
For having tasted blackbird pie
Baked and on display
Four and twenty blackbirds
Four and twenty blackbirds perched
O'er the milhaus floor watching a pair
Watching a pair of blackbirds
Watching a pair of blackbirds
Pair of blackbirds more