Recorded by Roger Miller, but I don't know if he had a hit with it.

From here.
(Same link as posted above by Bill Kennedy.)

WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS WITH BIG BLACK WINGS

Frazier/Owens

What are those things, with big black wings,
Circling, descending from up over head?
Lie to me, tell me that they're only robins.
Tell me that your love for me will never be dead.

Today all the rooms in our home feel like strangers.
I wonder what makes me feel so out of place.
And why have you suddenly emptied your closets,
And why can't you look me in the face?

What are those things, with big black wings,
Circling, descending from up over head?
Lie to me, tell me that they're only robins.
Tell me that your love for me will never be dead.

You faithfully promised me you would never leave me
You told me your heart had no room for the guise.
But tell me what puts all this distance between us.
And who put that leaving in your eyes?

What are those things, with big black wings,
Circling, descending from up over head?
Lie to me, tell me that they're only robins.
Tell me that your love for me will never be dead.

What are those things, with big black wings,
Circling, descending from up over head?
Lie to me, tell me that they're only robins.
Tell me that your love for me will never be dead.