A little bird, its happy flight
Far o'er the land was winging
When in a green and shady grove
It heard another singing

Whit whit whit I wander not
Whit whit whit I wander not
O come to me, come to me, my love
Come to me, come to me, come to me!
Whit whit whit I wander not
O come to me, come to me, come to me!

So, in that green shady grove
These little birds so loving
Soon built a nest amid the leaves
And thought no more of roving

Whit whit whit I wander not
Whit whit whit I wander not
O come to me, come to me, my love
Come to me, come to me, come to me!
Whit whit whit I wander not
O come to me, come to me, come to me!