I can still hear the little bluebird calling.
He says you're falling,
It's time to pick yourself up and quit your bawling.
Oh, my pretty little bluebird's in the blue sky, I hear you calling.
I say, will I ever stop falling?
Yes, the bluebird, says I promise you blue skies that are calling.
Do you hear the calling?
My bluebird is calling.
My little bluebird's promising me blue skies that will soon be falling.
Don't you see the blue skies falling?
Soon the sun will be shining.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem