A little blue bird on the cherry-blossom tree,
he opens his beak and starts to sing a sad melody,
and all around, all around,
there is not one other sound,
The world would seems to come to a stand-still,
just listening at their will,
how depressing the tune,
and yet the bird keeps on with this bluesy croon.
That bird, a lonesome fellow,
his song, melancholy mellow,
bringing forth the tears,
and most troublesome fears.
How horrible, how lovely too,
was that blue bird's coo,
how sad, how sweet,
was that blue bird's tweet.
