A LITTLE BLUE BIRD

A LITTLE BLUE BIRD


SO HAPPY AS SHE IS

HOPS ABOUT AND THREADS THROUGH

THE CLOUDS LIKE FLEECE

A LITTLE BLUE BIRD

CHIRPING ALL DAY LONG

GAY, SPIRITED, YOUNG, SAFE IN THE

ASSUMPTION THAT SHE’LL BELONG

A LITTLE BLUE BIRD

MERRY AS SHE DOES HER CHORES

BRINGING HOPE AND JOY

TO THE SAILORMEN ON THE SHORES



WHY CAN’T I BE LIKE YOU, BLUE BIRD?

EVER JOYFUL, SPIRITED, GAY

YOU WITH YOUR WINGS CAN HOP AROUND AND PLAY

BUT HERE IN THE SQUALOR OF MANKIND

IN THE DRAB AND MOROSE MOOD

THAT GAIETY IS HARD TO FIND

BELIEVE ME, I WANT TO FLY WITH YOU AND FIND WHAT THE SKIES HAVE IN STORE,

BUT I CANT-I’M TIED UP,

PINNED DOWN TO THE FLOOR.