• Do you wake every morning,
    To hear the Blue birds song.
    She's singing for a lost soul,
    That's been gone for far to long.

    Although she can not speak,
    Her song tells all there is to know.
    Even without real words,
    Her broken lyrics show.

    She'll start so soft and delicate,
    Her song remaining even.
    Her spririt breaks and she cries aloud,
    She's calling out to heaven.

    Even though she can not cry,
    Tears soak her tatterd feathers.
    She's seen the world and felt all pain,
    She'll sing her song for hours.

    So listen every morning,
    Listen for the Blue birds song.
    She's singing for a lost soul,
    And it's been gone for far to long.