We leave home expecting to find a blue bird,
Hoping every cloud will be silver lined.
But we all return, as we live we learn,
That we left our happiness behind.

~~~~♫♫♫~~~~
The bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you
Back in your own backyard.
You'll see your castles in Spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard.

Oh, you can go to the East, go to the West,
But someday you'll come
Weary at heart, back where you started from,
You'll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes,
Back in your own backyard.
~~~~♫♫♫~~~~

-----------------------------------
edycja tekstu © basiabijou