Good-by, little bird, good-by, good-by;
Little bird, stay not here.
Good-by, little bird, I see thee
Winging thy southward way
To a sunny land thou knowest,
Caroling as thou goest,
Singing a blithesome lay.
Alas, and alas, no longer
Shall thy tuneful voice be heard,
Till the leafless limbs be clothed again,