You were my bonnie forsaken

But I could tell that you were not mine

Something told me that your heart was already taken

And I didn't spend the time

Well alas I saw you hide under the blanket

On a Sunday afternoon

By the evening time there was rain coming down

I went up and left the room

I looked into my book of lines you brought to me

You were staring back at me this time old bluebird

If I sail into the silver light to meet you

Would you take my hand and show me who you're praying to