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The Cardinal

© Julie Christensen

Oh the cardinal he's a red red bird

Up there in my hickory tree

Singin' too---purty purty purty purty purty 

And a-callin' back to me.

I danced at the home games in crimson velvet

I always wore black whenever they played away

I fell for a boy with a bird on his helmet

And I wonder about him to this very day

Oh the cardinal he's a red red bird

Somewhere he is a-flyin' free

Singin' too---purty purty purty purty purty 

Never comin' back to me.

Under the stands, we stole a kiss

To the strains of the band, I tore my dress____

I traveled the world, I sang hundreds of places

I'd sing it all again if I had one more go

Yet I still see the boy in the thousands of faces

For I have not forgiven him, God only knows

Oh the cardinal he dives way down hill

Down where I can barely see

Singin' I’m— purty purty purty purty purty 

But I'm scarlet as can be. 

Oh the cardinal he's a red red bird

Oh the cardinal he's a red red bird

Oh the cardinal he's a red red bird.