Be gone, be gone, to warm and distant shores
Who knows if we shall meet another sun?
Will I escape the wrath of men
And you the hunter's gun
And you the hunter's gun?
Fly away, little blackbird, fly away
Spread your wings and fly away
If I should live to see another spring
Then we shall meet another day
Yes, we shall meet another day
And when you are safe from winter's chilly air
Where rivers flow in gentler pace
Think of my side of the mountain turning bare
And of dead leaves giving chase
And of dead leaves giving chase
Fly away, little blackbird, fly away
Spread your wings and fly away
If I should live to see another spring
Then we shall meet another day
Yes, we shall meet another day