The Highway Bird

The Highway Bird comes flying, flying,
Through the grey, cold dawn,
The Highway Bird comes flying, flying,
Over the misty morn.

He's coming for his love, the nightingale,
With a voice as sweet as a flower,
He's coming for his love, the nightingale,
And he'll be there within the hour.

The Highway Bird comes flying, flying,
To see his one true love,
The Highway Bird comes flying, flying,
She's more beautiful than a dove.

He goes to her nesting place,
To hear her sweet, sweet voice,
He goes to her nesting place,
Because he has no choice.

The Highway Bird comes flying, flying,
A knife stuck in his chest,
The Highway Bird comes falling, falling,
His love doesn't love him best.