THE BLUEBIRD.
A flash of blue flame at my window-pane;
A flutter of wings, and a merry note
From a cerulean feathered throat;
My friend the bluebird is here again.
A flutter of wings, and a merry note
From a cerulean feathered throat;
My friend the bluebird is here again.
Where have you been, friend bluebird,
These long, long months since I saw you last?
Thru what climes have your fleet wings passed?
What unknown melodies have you heard?
These long, long months since I saw you last?
Thru what climes have your fleet wings passed?
What unknown melodies have you heard?
But O, I care not, my little friend,
Since once again you are with me here;
After the long, cold winter drear,
To linger till the summer's end.
Since once again you are with me here;
After the long, cold winter drear,
To linger till the summer's end.
Flutter and flirt at my window-pane,
Singing your song of joyous glee,
Bringing a piece of the sky to me,
Thru summer sunshine or autumn rain.
Singing your song of joyous glee,
Bringing a piece of the sky to me,
Thru summer sunshine or autumn rain.