I WALKED DOWN THE ROAD TO SEE MY LOVE
I walked down the road to see my love.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
My heart was as light as the flight of a dove
For I knew she’d be waiting for me.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
My love would be waiting for me.
As I walked down the road I was humming a tune.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
For as I walked down, I was thinking that soon
My love would be married to me.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
My love would be married to me.
I walked down the road with a rose for her hair.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
When I knocked at her door there was nobody there;
My love was not waiting for me.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
My love was not waiting for me.
I walked up the road with my head hanging low.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
A little bird sang on a blossomy bough
And he sounded so sorry for me.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
I’m sure he was sorry for me.
I walked down the road to see my love.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
My heart was as light as the flight of a dove
For I knew she’d be waiting for me.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
My love would be waiting for me.
As I walked down the road I was humming a tune.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
For as I walked down, I was thinking that soon
My love would be married to me.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
My love would be married to me.
I walked down the road with a rose for her hair.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
When I knocked at her door there was nobody there;
My love was not waiting for me.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
My love was not waiting for me.
I walked up the road with my head hanging low.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
A little bird sang on a blossomy bough
And he sounded so sorry for me.
Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee, chick-ee.
I’m sure he was sorry for me.