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Sinead O Connor The Singing Bird

singing bird I would warm him on my breast For there's none of them can sing so sweet My singing bird as you. My singing bird as you. My singing

singing bird I would warm him on my breast For there's none of them can sing so sweet My singing bird as you. My singing bird as you. My singing

singing bird I would warm him on my breast For there's none of them can sing so sweet My singing bird as you. My singing bird as you. My singing bird

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