Verse)
The poet and his pen the peasant and his plow,
It makes no difference who you are,
It's all the same somehow,
The mighty king upon his throne,
The jester at his feet,
the shop girl, the actress, the woman on the street.
So don't envy those you meet, it's all the same,
It's in the game the bitter and the sweet.
It's a life of smiles, a life of tears a life of hope and life of fears.
Like a blinding torrent of rain and a brilliant burst of sun.
Biting tearing pain and bubbling sparkling fun.
So when things don't look so cheerful just show a little fight.
For every bit of darkness there's a little bit of light.
For every bit of hatred there's a little bit of love.
For every cloudy morning there's a midnight moon above.
(refrain)
So, be like I, hold your head up high,
Till you find a bluebird of happiness.
You will find greater peace of mind
Knowing there's a bluebird of happiness.
And when he sings to you,
Though you're deep in blue,
You will see a ray of light creep through,
And so remember this, life is no abyss,
Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness.
Life is sweet, tender and complete
When you find the bluebird of happiness.
You will find perfect peace of mind
When you find the bluebird of happiness.
Two hearts that beat as one, 'neath a new found sun,
We are in a world that's just begun,
And you must sing his song, as you go along,
When you find the bluebird of happiness.
