A Bird Named Yesterday - Bobby Bare

I had a bird he flew away

And I guess he’s gone to stay

But I see him winging on his way

My flyaway bird named Yesterday

He’s over the place of my birth

He’s circling a spot that I know

He’s hangin' around the saw mill town

Where the gentle summer breeze blow

I had a bird he flew away

And I guess he’s gone to stay

But I see him winging on his way

My flyaway bird named Yesterday

He’s riding on a train

He’s down at the old swimmin' hole

He’ll fly till he finds

That old gang of mine

Then he’ll search for a tree

A big tall oak tree

Then he’ll look from his perch

At the old country church

I had a bird he flew away

And I guess he’s gone to stay

But I see him winging on his way

My flyaway bird named Yesterday