I Go Out Walking After Midnight
One love, One blood, One life, You got to do what you should.
It takes two make a thing go right; it takes two to make it out of sight.
Three little birds pitch by my doorstep, Singin' sweet songs
of melodies pure and true; Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright."