I have a copy of Island in the Sun, the Songs of Irving Burgie (1996). It's sad, an aging Caribbean singing performing elevator music to try to enhance his retirement income a bit. I won't post the (insipid) half-sung narrative, but here's the chorus:

Yellow bird, high up in coconut tree,
Yellow bird, come back and answer for me.
I would like to know, how do flowers grow?
Can you tell me when summer comes again?
What makes breezes blow? What makes rivers flow?
Please answer for me.

I would like to know, how do flowers grow?
Can you tell me when summer comes again?
What makes breezes blow? What makes rivers flow?
Please answer for me.