High Flying Bird

There's a high flying bird

Way up in the sky, now

Yes, and I wonder if she

Looks down as she flies on by

Well, she's riding on the air

So easy in the sky

And Lord, look at me

(Yeah)

I'm rooted like a tree

(Oh yeah, yes, I am now)

I've got the sit down, can't cry

Oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues

Oh, when I use to love a man

He worked in a mine, Lord

Oh, well, he never saw the sun

But he never stopped trying

Oh, then one day my man, he up and died

My man up and died, Lord

My man up and died, Lord

(Yes, he did)

Well, he wanted to fly

And the only way to fly was to die

There's a high flying bird

Way up in the sky, now

And yes, I wonder if she

Looks down as she flies on by

Well, she's riding on the air

So easy in the sky

Hey Lord, look at me

(Yeah)

I'm rooted like a tree

(Hey, yes, I am now)

Got the sit down, can't cry

Oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues

(Yeah, I'm going to die now)

Got the sit down, can't cry

Oh Lord, I'm gonna die blues

(Yes I am, yes I am)

• Artist:Judy Henske
• Album:h Flying Bird (1964)