Why does that lone Bluebird sing? Is he singing for me? The sky rides on his back; In his eyes, the coastal bay shines. He bares the earth on his chest; Inherent in his song is the rhyme Of life’s hidden peace. He makes the morning dew sing. Why does that lone Bluebird laugh? Is he laughing with me? He carries the weight of Jove Around his strong neck. His gracious feathers, like love, Cover his children— The sons and daughters in his path, The ones he lives to make laugh. O Bluebird, why does it hurt To see you fly off into the blue? O Bluebird, why does it sting To hear the last song you’ll sing Under this blue sky? Still, Bluebird, sing for me That comforting song—your peace. Where does that lone Bluebird fly? Will he return to me? Though none like that bird ever shone So lovely and fair, That magnificent bird was not alone— We made a pair. But now he’s found his way back home, He sings in that bluest sky— That cloudless sky, where all fly.