Three Little Birds - 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