Early in the morning, about the break of day
That is the time for the bird catcher’s prey
He waits in the bushes, he waits in the trees
I don’t care about him baby
He’s never going to fool me
Because I’m high, high, high in the sky
He uses lots of nets, he uses lots of fakes
I don’t care about them baby
I’ll never, never see my way
I’ll keep on travelling around
Got to find another bird
I’ll keep on walking until I’m heard
‘Cause I’m high, high, high in the sky
