The song of the Bluebird Buried in the dust Did you once hear how she cried? Though the years may have pa**ed her in tears and in laughter There's a song that she left behind. My father's own father Sailed through the air And he found in a maze in the sky. But for all that surrounds us, that anchors and binds us, There's a song that we carry inside. Chorus: Oh, wild is the wind in the night. Oh, wild am I. I wait until the day begins, and wild is my cry. The song of the Bluebird Carried on the wind Leaving our worries behind, Over highways and hilltops we long to go, But a song is all we can find.