Where Bluebirds Fly

Written by Sid Griffin

You've been looking for that pot of gold

Searching eveywhere so I'm told

You stumble round 'til you think you've found

Sand and ashes from the ground

Wipe that tear out from your eye

And raise your face up to the sky

For every game where a loser cries

He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly

No angel points the way to the sun

No shadows beckoning you to come

What yellow brick lines which plimsouled lane

What once seemed fresh and young now seems so tame

Wipe that tear out from your eye

And raise your face up to the sky

For every dream where a loser sighs

He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly

The fireplace now has got a steady glow

With one last breath before it goes

You say you're losing the will to live

Please remember what you have to give

You'll get no promise I guarantee

But there'll be laughter on a soft breeze

There'll soon be laughter on a soft breeze

So wipe that tear out from your eye

And raise your face up to the sky

For every dream where a loser cries

He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly

He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly

He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly

© Sid Griffin

Published by Coal Train Tunes/Bug Music Ltd