Sweet Thrush If I Could Sing Like You

Sweet thrush if I could sing like you Upon the bough of that old tree, Then I would sing the whole day through And fill this land with melody. Sweet thrush if I'd your wings to fly I'd soar into the summer air, And chase the clouds as they went by For all your freedom I would share. Sweet thrush if I did have your grace And wore your clothes of speckled white, I'd move along from place to place And folks would marvel at my sight. Sweet thrush if only for one day I could be you instead of me, I'd find a branch and there I'd stay To sing with joyful harmony.