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Nat King Cole Re Generations

little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day, a magic day He passed my way, and while we spoke Of many things, fools and kings This

I see a little bird that is sitting in the treetop A pretty little bird that is sitting in the treetop I see a little bird that is sitting in the treetop

Day in, day out The same old voodoo follows me about The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you And darling, I think of you, day in and

Gee, it's great after bein' out late Walkin' my baby back home Arm in arm, over meadow and farm Walkin' my baby back home We go 'long harmonizing a song

I get back Time and time waits for no man And I ain't got time to shake your hand Standing on a corner All full of jive But you know that you're my