The Black 47 - Three Little Birds lyrics

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