Glad Bluebird Of Happiness
Joan Baez
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2004-12-21 08:44:04 |
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 iŽll tell you what i Žll 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. iŽve been there, thats how i know
iŽve 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.
IŽll follow that bird untill he dies and when he does then so will i,
i know i Žll 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.
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Wade
2005-01-31 02:05:23
Some of the lyrics here are not what I hear in the recording (though
I'm not certain of all of them). This is the way I hear it:
I was walking down the road, not caring much where I was going
A heavy pack upon my back, worldly goods in a sack of loneliness
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'll try and be your glad..bluebird of
happiness
And he goes flying, over the ocean blue,
Bound for places I'm not known to.
I decided to follow him, my thoughts have faded dim since then
Blown foggy by the windy pace, fast from shore to shore we raced,
Moved from place to place
The moon is hot, the stars are cold. I've been there, that's how I
know
I've touched the desert sunsets cold
Tasted of the melted snows of Kilimanjaro
And he goes flying, over the ocean blue,
Bound for places, I'm not known to.
Ill follow that bird untill he dies and when he does then so will I,
I know i ll never be the same, life for me is bound to change
When death ends the chase
I'll lift his body from the sea, let him dry in a trade wind breeze
Find some merry christmas yews, wrap(?) them up and give them
to(?)
My bluebird of happiness
And he goes flying, over the ocean blue,
Bound for places, I'm not known to.
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