There’s a bluebird at my window
And she sings a little song
The prettiest I’ve ever heard
And how I love that little bird
She sings about the sunny sky
When winter nights are long
And paints the air with rainbows when it rains

If she asked,
I’d buy a thousand tickets to her show
With memories of
Childhood in the spring
But oh, she doesn’t sing for me
Guess that some things do come free
Ask the bluebird
Guess she ought to know

It doesn’t seem quite fair
That I’m the only one who hears
The melody she’s whistling
When no one else is listening
Maybe I’ve forgotten
What I knew in younger years
Singing for the sake of what I sang

If she asked,
I’d tape record her in a studio
I’d try to catch
The colour of her wings
But oh, she doesn’t sing for me
Guess that some things do come free
Ask the bluebird
Guess she ought to know
Ask the bluebird
Guess she ought to know