(Jack Clement)      I had a bird he flew away   And I guess he's gone to stay   But I see him winging on his way   My flyaway bird named Yesterday.      He's over the place of my birth   He's circling a spot that I know   He's hangin' around the Saw Mill town   Where the gentle summer breezes blow.      I had a bird he flew away   And I guess he's gone to stay   But I see him winging on his way   My flyaway bird named Yesterday.      He's riding on a train   He's down at the old swimmin' hole   He'll fly till he finds   That old gang of mine.      Then he'll search for a tree   A big tall oak tree   Then he'll look from his perch   At the old country church.      I had a bird he flew away   And I guess he's gone to stay   But I see him winging on his way   My flyaway bird named Yesterday...      --------------------------------------------------------------------------------   (Narrative by Bobby spoken after song:      My name is Bob, Bill my name is Joe. I live in Little Rock, Seattle. I even    live in Kokomo. I was born in a big city and I was born on a farm (he's over   the place of my birth) And I was born and grew up in a little town in southern   Ohio and I still live here. You know my town never changed much until a few   years ago When that big industrial outfit came in and bought up a lot of the   land around here. Fact is they just about bought the whole town.