Tree Of Birds

(A tree of birds)
In a desert town the desert sunbeam down on a small boy laying sick in bed
It burned his fevered brow so much she witched somehow
But the sun was the shade tree instead
I chanced the whippoorwill which throne is windowsill
And overheard the boy's fevered plea
He whippoorwilled a cry to feathered friends near by
And an old time at all they made a tree
A tree of birds a bird tree soon the tree started singing merryly
Chirup chirup twee twee get on your feet sweetly sang a tree of bird

When the little boy heard that lovely song he looked all around and to his surprise
There was a wonderous tree a whinning singing tree
A tree of birds flying right before his weary eyes
With their little wings they kept cooling things
Till his fever broke and ill may flow away
The boy has tried to tell how birds made him well but no one believes him to this say
A tree of birds...
(A tree of bird) a tree of bird