Bluebirds

Bluebirds sing
Keep the dream that lies
Of autumn days
The sunlight in disguise
When winter breathes a crooked gentle wind
And forgotten leaves falling down within
And nothing can erase
The beauty in this place
Where I’ve arrived
Robin, fly
Fly away to me
Leave your home
High up in the trees
And when I’m old and grey
Just let me die this way
You always standing by
Before we fly down
Fly down
We can fly down