I had a bird he flew away and I guess he`s gone to stay
But I see him winging on his way my flyaway bird named Yesterday
He`s over the place of my birth he`s circling a spot that I know
He`s hangin` around the Saw Mill town where the gentle summer breezes blow
I had a bird he flew away...
He`s riding on a train he`s down at the old swimmin` hole
He`ll fly till he finds that old gang of mine
Then he`ll search for a tree a big tall oak tree
Then he`ll look from his perch at the old country church
I had a bird he flew away...
