I saw a bluebird in the rain,  

It fluttered across a mist-filled lawn,  

With boundless joy I can't explain.  

It sang a song, echoed across the lane,  

For no-one to hear; for a world forlorn,  

The bluebird I saw, in the rain.  

The song lifted high, it didn't refrain,  

From singing until the break of dawn,  

With boundless joy I can't explain.  

The wind tried to stifle it, all in vain,  

As it sung all night, not a break, not a yawn.  

The little bluebird in the rain.  

Now sweet memories are all that remain,  

Of the bluebird's melody, ringing in the morn,  

With boundless joy I can't explain.  

I'd like to hear it's sound again,  

The sweetest song that ever was born,  

From when I saw a bluebird in the rain,  

With boundless joy I can't explain.