Lyrics

Where Have You Gone Bluebird? 
Where have you gone my happy bluebird
your summer song like I never heard
now the mornings are dark the afternoons are grey
the best that I can do is get the wood laid away for

The winter has a song
we learn it by degree
we sing fa la la low
the wind and cold
all the happy has fallen from me

I know that I am made like a handful of thorns
reach for the petals and your skin will get torn
by the nettles that hide in my wide open field
I was never good at soft I’m pretty good at real

Once the summer queen danced with the prince of the dawn
The lightning bugs shined all night long
now the mornings are dark, the afternoons are grey
the best that I can do is get the wood laid away for

© Cosy Sheridan