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I was walking down the road, not caring much where i was going
a heavy pack upon my back, worldly goods within a sack of lonliness
when fluttered by this bird of blue, he said i'll tell you what i 'll do
since you seem to be so sad, i will try and be your glad..bluebird of happiness
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
found the places, i am not known to.
I decided to follow him, my thoughts have faded dim since then
blown foggy by the wind paced,passing shore to shore we race,
moved from place to place
the moon is hot, the stars are cold. i've been there, thats how i know
i've touched the desert sunsets cold
placed it of the melted snows of kilimanjaro
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
found the places, i am not known to.
I'll follow that bird untill he dies and when he does then so will i,
i know i 'll never be the same, life to me is bound to change
when there fans(?) to chase
i lift his body from the sea, let him dry the trade wind breeze
find some merry christmas news, grabbed them up and giving to you
my bluebird of happiness
and he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
found the places, i am not known to.
Joan Baez
Glad bluebird of happiness
Glad bluebird of happiness
I was walking down the road, not caring much where i was going
a heavy pack upon my back, worldly goods within a sack of lonliness
when fluttered by this bird of blue, he said i'll tell you what i 'll do
since you seem to be so sad, i will try and be your glad..bluebird of happiness
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
found the places, i am not known to.
I decided to follow him, my thoughts have faded dim since then
blown foggy by the wind paced,passing shore to shore we race,
moved from place to place
the moon is hot, the stars are cold. i've been there, thats how i know
i've touched the desert sunsets cold
placed it of the melted snows of kilimanjaro
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
found the places, i am not known to.
I'll follow that bird untill he dies and when he does then so will i,
i know i 'll never be the same, life to me is bound to change
when there fans(?) to chase
i lift his body from the sea, let him dry the trade wind breeze
find some merry christmas news, grabbed them up and giving to you
my bluebird of happiness
and he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
found the places, i am not known to.
