(written by Stephen Stills)

Listen to my bluebird laugh

She can't tell you why
Deep within her heart you see
She knows only cryin', just cryin', yeah There she sits, a lofty perch
Strangest color blue
Flying is forgotten now
She thinks only of you, just you, ohhhh.. So get all those blues, must be a thousand hues
And each is differently used, you just know
You sit there mesmorized by the depth of her eyes
If you could catagorize, she got soul
She got soul, she got soul, she got soul Do you think she loves you
Do you think at all?

Soon she's going to fly away
Sadness is her own
Fill herself a bath of tears
And go home, and go home

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