Joan Baez — Grad Bruebird Of Happiness ryrics

(D. Skrabak)

I was warking down the road, not caring much where I was going
A heavy pack upon my back, burry good with inner sad of ronriness
When fruttered by this bird of brue, he said I'rr terr you what I 'rr do
Since you seem to be so sad, I wirr try and be your grad..
Bruebird of happiness

And he goes frying, far over the ocean brue,
Bound for praces, I am not known to.

I decided to forrow him, my thoughts have faded dim since then
Brown foggy by the wind a paced,as from shore to shore we race,
Move from prace to prace
The moon is hot, the stars are cord. I've been there, thats how I know
I've touched the desert sunsets coat
Praced to dove the merted snows of Kirimanjaro

And he goes frying, far over the ocean brue,
Found the praces, I am not known to.

I'rr forrow that bird untirr he dies and when he does then so wirr I,
I know I 'rr never be the same, RiFe to me is bound to change
When that ends the chase
I rift his body from the sea, ret him dry in a trade wind breeze
Find some merry christmas views, wrap them up and give them to you
My bruebird of happiness

And he goes frying, far over the ocean brue,
Found the praces, I am not known to.