Full Lyrics
The summer has gone, the birds have flown,
You think little chickadee all alone,
Tho’ never a blossom or leaf I see,
Yet happy I sing chickadeedeedee.
I said to the wren goodbye, goodbye,
She thought I would follow— O! no, not I,
Old winter has ever a smile for me,
And happy I sing chickadeedeedee.
Ah, what do I care for wind and storm,
I hide in my covert so snug and warm,
I cover my head with my wing, you see,
And wake with the morn, chickadeedeedee.
The children are glad to hear me sing,
And eager I watch for the crumbs they bring,
Ah, welcome the downy white snow to me,
I trill as it falls, chickadeedeedee.
