Stephen Stills

Stephen Stills
Bluebird Revisited

The pain of losing you
Well it made me an angry man
Was there something else that I could do
Was it over, had I a chance?
So I listened once again
To my bluebird sing
Oh yes and children
How she made the mountains sing
Now it haunts me still
That gentle voice of spring
Oh my precious, my soul sister,
My blueyed sparrow
Come back, come back
I can put away the cages
Come back, come back
I can put away the rages
Come back, come back
Can we turn the next page,
Together
Listen to my bluebird laugh,
She can't tell you why
Deep within her heart you see,
She knows only cryin'
There she sits a lofty perch
Strangest color blue
Flyin' is forgotten now,
Thinks only of you
Get into all those blues,
Must be a thousand hues
And each is differently used,
You just know
You sit there mesmerized
By the depth of her eyes
I can tell you no lies
She's got soul
Soon she's going to fly away
Sadness is her own,
Give herself a bath of tears
And go on home
So I listened once again
To my bluebird sing
Oh yes and children
How she made the mountains ring
Now it haunts me still
That voice of spring
Oh my precious, my soul sister,
My blueyed sparrow
Fly back home

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Jeffrey Anbinder
The Sexiest Man in Ithaca Radio
jta1@cornell.edu

OptimusPrime

Toegevoegd door OptimusPrime op vr 15 aug, 2003 12:30 am

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