Blackbird Lyrics - Grit - Martyn Bennett

What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear 

It's like the voice of my Willy dear 

But if I had wings like that swallow high 

I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy 

What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear 

It's like the voice of my Willy dear 

But if I had wings like that swallow high 

I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy 

When my apron it hung low 

My true love followed through frost and snow 

And noo my apron it is tae my chin 

He passes me by and he ne'er spiers in 

There is a blackbird sits on yon tree 

Some says it is blind and it cannae see 

Some says it is blind and it cannae see 

And so is my true love tae me