Oh the blackbird is the blackest crow To ever sail the sky He lifts his head spreads his wings Like a shadow flying by And trouble looking sparkly clean Comes around the bend He lifts his head grins a toothy grin Says "Lord I'm back again" And trouble walks a crooked walk He'll tell you he's your friend But when there comes a time of need He'll leave you in the end Oh the blue bird is a pretty bird She sings the sweetest song And when she flies high over-head You know it won't be long.