Sometimes I sit in the Bluebird Tree
Seven to the west from the tooth-shape green
Peaceful and dark
Far from any eyes that see me
Sometimes I sleep in the Bluebird Tree
And dream the kind of dreams only I can see
It really is a sight
Nothing in the night can touch me
Beneath a rock
Inside a sock
In a fireplace
In outer space
On a mountain top
In a cardboard box
To get away, everybody needs a place
If you should ever visit the Bluebird Tree
You'll notice every beak pointed outwardly
With hope in their hearts
The feathers hold the wind and shield me
Beneath a rock
Inside a sock
In a fireplace
In outer space
On a mountain top
In a cardboard box
To get away, everybody needs a place
When I'm walking home from the Bluebird Tree
A greater sense of peace follows over me
Firmly in the ground
She grows without a sound and waits for me
My Bluebird Tree
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