The Bluebird of happiness sang high above
Bringing joy to a dark world of strife
Its soft wings protected and nurtured our love
And its song was the song of our life
Now the wonderful world where our Bluebird belonged
A sad silent world has become
As that beautiful bird finished singing his song
And the white Dove of God took you home
The Return
At a time of sorrow, it is hard to believe That the sun will once again shine. That’s when it seems you do nothing but