Since I was a boy about age five
A special song played from inside
On rainy days it pained me so
cause to sing this song i sung real low
my daddy said singings for choir boys
And little girls with blond hair of gold
But I was a black child with nappy hair
And if I couldn't sing then life wasn't fair
Cause I could sing better than the choir boys
They sounded like a catfish making noise
Now one day I was singing in the school yard
singing that song that rang from my heart
And a teacher asked me where I learned that tune
I said it's what bluebirds sing in the month of June
And she asked me to sing it one more time
So I sang real slow as i closed my eyes
when I finished and looked at my teacher
She was trying real hard to keep from weeping
She said that song is from the bluebird
Cause it's the prettiest song she had ever heard
But the words were from the whistle of the lark
i felt his pain and it touched my heart
And the tune I used came from the Oriole
his pain so deep it touched my soul
And one day I heard the pain sung together
By a broke winged bird that had blue feathers
And I hope one day my daddy's fishing in June
So he can hear the sound of the bluebirds blues.
