(English folk song)

Early one morning before the sun had risen,
I heard a bluebird in the fields gaily* sing,
“South winds are blowing, green grass is growing,
We come to herald the merry spring.”

*optional lyrics: merrily, loudly, softly


  • Song with chords (PDF)
  • MIDI file
  • Listen to the song

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