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right. 
Rise up this mornin', 
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds 
Pitch by my doorstep 
Singin' sweet songs 
Of melodies pure and true,
Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying',
Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying',
Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying',
the three
And they sang and were happy
In the nest in the tree

Over in the meadow
On a rock by the shore
Lived and old mother frog
And her little
lovely day
(Oh yeah) 

Three singing birds told me
By sunrise he's always there in the morning
praying And blessing the day 

I heard about this
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide 
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied 
While little hands make vain
Rise up this morning
Smile with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs
Melody's pure and true
Saying this is my
all of it
Not some of it
I saw a man turn into a bird
I saw a bird turn into a tiger
I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes
In
alright!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Her body made me wanna sin 
Right then my buzz was kickin' in 
She had a devil's grin 
And then her boss drove by 
She flipped them the bird 
She
alright!"

Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying',
little house at Four-O-Thirty-Three

The 4,000 lot proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place that was sold to me an' you

Oh, all around
One, two, three, four Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddha please
Can you help a little peasant that's begging on her knees
Illusion fills my head like
The song of a little bird,
The joy in three little words
I know it's real, this is how it feels
To be loved by you
The stars from a midnight sky,
and pistol by his side
Hey, hey, hey hey

He rode till he come to Miss Mousie's door
Hey, hey
Rode till he come to Miss Mousie's door
Hey, hey
Rode till
Walkin' To Missouri
Sammy Kaye
Peaked at # 11 in 1952
Words and music by Bob Merrill, 1952
Poor little robin walkin', walkin', WALKIN'
alright!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
right!

Rise up this mornin,
Smiled with the risin sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, (this
alright!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
I was visited by the power and the glory
I was visited by a majestic hymn
Great bolts of lightning lighting up the sky
electricity flowing through
could hear some hip hop
But little did we know she meant the house that rocked

The house that rocked(x3)

She was a real flygirl,dressed in leather
yell, mamas cry
Old men sit and think
I drink

Chicken, TV, dinner
6 minutes on defrost, 3 on high
Beer to wash it down with then another
A little whiskey
quite place him but I wouldn't replace him.
For a second or a minute or an hour of the day.

I turn the corner, I was feeling good.
All the birds are
The song of a little bird 
The joy in three little words 
I know it's real 
That's how it feels 
To be loved by you 
The stars from a midnight