The The Golden Oriole

You are so beautiful and sing you so beautifully, golden oriole, Flame yellow, Golden yellow And flowery and ornate Looking Oriole, Golden oriole! A bird with the black head And the lines on the breast Sing you, sing you So mellifluously Engulfing the area In your song and And its breaking tunes, Oriole! Up above the tree perched on the boughs You keep singing, Singing and singing So sweetly That the music flowing Charms the moment We hear And the sweetness breaking, Oriole! O golden voiced, God-gifted singer, Tell me, tell me about The secret of your songs, Tell me, tell me about The sweetness of singing, Oriole, golden oriole, About music divine and its sweetness! Singing from far perched on some tree Even I can hear Your songs engulfing, Charming to core, Taking us far away To the domains, domains Where dwell in you! Let me, let me hear you, Your songs and its music, The sweetness profound, Joys that of mine But the songs yours, Oriole, golden oriole, Let me, let me stop by, Stop by to hear you! O God-gifted singer, Singer Divine, Music is in your song And its tuning, Sweetness is in being mellifluous And you singing from To the pleasure of ours, Oriole, golden oriole!