Three Little Birds Songtext
von Black 47

Oh, lying on a beach in Ireland
Rain′s pouring down
Got a pint of Guinness in one hand
Got a beautiful Irish girl in the other
All of a sudden she turns, she says:

Don't worry, ′bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright
Singin' Don't worry, ′bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright

Rise up this morning, smile at the rising sun
Three little birds, at my doorstep
(Who′s that bird?)
Singin' sweet song, melody pure and true
This is my message to you:


Singin′ Don't worry, ′bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright
Singin' Don′t worry, 'bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright

And now he's gone, into the setting sun
We know his music, will always live on
Eternally, Bob will always sing
This is my message to you:

Singin′ Don′t worry, 'bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright
Singin′ Don't worry, ′bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright

Don't worry, ′bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright
Don't worry, 'bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright

Don′t worry, ′bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright
Don't worry, ′bout a thing
Every little thing, is gonna be alright