Sitting in the woods alone
On silver tree that turned to stone
Branches growing overhead
Make your house on featherbed
Shiny beak and shiny eyes
Show me winter paradise
Singing to the setting sun
Praying for the day that's done

Growing quieter as you watch the snow
Falling down, down, down, down
If you want to know his heart
Listen, listen to the bluebird sing

If I had a voice like thine
Melody like summer wine
Come sunshine islands I would bring
Music to the newborn king

Growing quieter as you watch the snow
Falling down, down, down, down
If you want to know his heart
Listen, listen to the bluebird sing