The Bird Outside My Window

In the morning it serenades me,
The little bird that I never did see.
I sit back and listen to it sing
And wonder if there’s anything
That sings
Like the bird outside my window.

I think that no one else does hear
The bird that seems to have no fear.
It sings and it sings and it sings and it sings
About the sky and the morn and so many other things.
Oh, the bird outside my window.