The Blue Bird
MICHAEL PHILIP MCGLYNN, . TRADITIONAL
The lake lay blue, below the hill
The lake lay blue, below the hill, below the hill
As I looked, there flew across the waters cold and still
A bird whose wings were palest blue
The sky above was blue at last
The sky beneath me blue in blue, was blue in blue
A moment ere the bird had passed
It called, as if in a trance he flew
The lake lay blue below the hill
