Littlest Birds

Well I feel like an old hobo I'm sad lonesome and blue I was fair as a summer now the summer days are through you pass through places and places pass through you but you carry 'em with you on the soles of your traveling shoes
well i love you so dearly i love you so clearly i wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you i got the wandering blues i got the wandering blues and i'm gonna quit these rambling ways one of these days soon oh and i'll sing
the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
well it's times like these i feel so small and wild like the rambling footsteps of a wandering child and i'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill singin' these blues with a warble and a trill but i'm not too blue to fly no i'm not too blue to fly 'cause
the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
well i love you so dearly i love you so fearlessly i wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you i got the wandering blues i got the wandering blues and i don't wanna leave you i love you through and through
well i left my baby on a pretty blue train and i sang my songs to the cold and the rain and i have the wandering blues and i'll sing those wandering blues and i'm gonna quit these rambling ways one of these days soon oh and i'll sing
the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
i don't care if the sun don't shine and i don't care if nothing is mine i don't care if i'm nervous with you i'll do my loving in the winter time