Listen to my blue bird laugh
She can tell you why
Deep within her heart you see
She knows only right, whoa, just light.
There she sits this 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
And if you categorize she got soul
She got soul, she got soul.
Soon she's goin' to fly away
Her sadness is her own
Leave beside her bath of tears
She'll go home...
Writer(s): Mark Knopfler, Stephen Stills
Copyright: Ten East Music, Springalo Toones, Cotillion Music Inc., Richie Furay Music, Will D. Side Ltd.
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