You were my bonnie forsaken
But I could tell that you were not mine
Something told me that your heart
Was already taken
And I didn't spend the time
Well alas I saw you hide under the blanket
On a sunday afternoon
And by the evening time there was rain Coming down
So I went up and left the room
I looked into my book of lines
You brought to me
And you were staring back at me this time
Old bluebird
If I sail into the silver light to meet you
Would you take my hand and show me
Who you're praying to?