A sweet little bluebird, she was all alone,
flew thru my window and found me at home,
we danced and we sang, straight through the cold night,
and everything felt so proper and right !
But then in the morning, when i awoke,
I reached on over to give her a poke.
but all that i grasped there was cold empty air,
for my sweet little bluebird was no longer there!
I searched and I searched for i wanted her back,
i cried and and i cried about my sad lack,
but then in the end, i eventually understood,
that my sweet little bluebird,
would be back when she would!