Lyrics

Pretty little bird won’t you sing for me?
I wanna hear your song through the cypress trees.
I’m a blue, baby, I’m a blue bird.
I come from women with the last name Wise
Gold in their hearts, stars in their eyes.
I’m a blue, baby, I’m a blue bird
The south is dripping from my dirty mouth
But that don’t mean I’m no fool.

Please don’t sing of yesterday.
Yesterday is gone and far, far away
Tomorrow is not written yet.
Go on and make today your song.
Go on and make today your song.

Spirits of the swamp won’t you howl for me?
I don’t hear your wild voice through the trees anymore.
What’d you go and leave me for?
SInce then I haven’t danced with the sky,
Kissed at the moon or tried to fly
I’m a blue, I’m a blue bird.
My weeping heart is bleeding out
But I will sing my way through.

I won’t sing of yesterday.
Yesterday is now gone and far, far away.
Tomorrow is not written yet.
Go on and make today your song.
Go on and make today your song.