Out in the quiet, where the cold winds blow,
There's a little bluebird dancing in the snow.
With feathers so bright in the soft moonlight,
He brings a bit of spring to this wintery night.
While trees stand tall in coats of white,
This bluebird brings a spark so light.
He's a bit of color, pure and true,
In a world of silver, white, and blue.
Oh, little bluebird in the snow,
With your wings so bright, you softly glow.
Through frosty nights and winter's chill,
You sing of hope and sweet goodwill.
Oh, little bluebird, brave and bold,
In a world that's silent, still, and cold.
You remind us all as you flit and go,
There's warmth in the heart, even in snow.
With each tiny hop and little song,
The bluebird shows that we can't go wrong.
Though skies may grey and the nights grow long,
There's beauty yet, where we belong.
So when winter winds begin to cry,
I think of that bluebird up in the sky.
He flies through the cold, his heart so light,
A touch of joy in the silent night.
Oh, little bluebird in the snow,
With your wings so bright, you softly glow.
Through frosty nights and winter's chill,
You sing of hope and sweet goodwill.
Oh, little bluebird, brave and bold,
In a world that's silent, still, and cold.
You remind us all as you flit and go,
There's warmth in the heart, even in snow.
With each gentle flutter, each feathered wing,
You promise the warmth that spring will bring.
And though we wait through winter's grace,
You bring a smile to this chilly place.
Oh, little bluebird in the snow,
With your wings so bright, you softly glow.
Through frosty nights and winter's chill,
You sing of hope and sweet goodwill.
So here's to the bluebird, pure and small,
Bringing joy to one and all.
In the snowy hush, he's free to go,
That brave little bluebird in the snow.