Little yellow oriole
Come escape the urban squalor
There's a pining in your soul
You need to taste that river water
Little yellow oriole
You appear by the summer weather
Headed for the Dixon Road
Follow the map and we piece together
Summer came too late
Ten months I had to wait
Soon you'll start your great
Migration
Sunny afternoon we drive
A rusted highway
Our parents haunted
Government paved it through night
A civilized gift that we never wanted
Summer came too late
Ten months I had to wait
Soon you'll start your great
Migration
With my mind at ease
Eight weeks went by like a breeze
Please don't make the great
Migration
Migration
Migration
Little yellow oriole
Migration
You will make the gardens grow
Migration
My little yellow oriole