(Sammy Parton/Jolie Holland/Syd Barrett) Well, I feel like an old hobo I'm sad, lonesome and blue I was fair as a summer's day Now the summer days are through You pass through places And places pass through you But you carry them with you On the soles of your travelling shoes Well, I love you so dearly I love you so clearly I wake you up in the morning So early just to tell you I got the wandering blues I got the wandering blues And I'm going to quit These rambling ways one of these Days soon And I sing The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs Well it's times like these I feel so small And wild like the rambling footsteps Of a wandering child And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill Singing these blues with a warble and a trill But I'm not too blue to fly No I'm not too blue to fly ' Cause the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs But I love you so dearly I love you so fearlessly I wake you up in the morning so early Just to tell you I've got the wandering blues I've got the wandering blues And I don't want to leave you I love you through and through Well I left my baby on a pretty blue train And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain And I had the wandering blues And I sang those wandering blues And I'm gonna quit these rambling ways one of these Days soon And I sing The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs Well I don't care if the sun don't shine And I don't care if nothing is mine And I don't care if I'm nervous with you I'll do my loving in the wintertime.