Bluebird

Written by：Stephen Stills

Listen to my blue bird laugh

She can tell you why

Deep within her heart you see

She knows only right

Whoa-oh just light

There she sits a lofty bird

The strangest color blue

Flying is forgotten now

She thinks only of you woo just you

So get 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

If you categorize she got soul

She got soul she got soul

Soon she's gon' to fly away

Her sadness is her own

Leave beside her bath of tears

She'll go home going home

Going home going home

Going home going home

Going home going home

Going home going home