The Bluebird of Happiness
by Edward Heyman

The beggar man and the mighty king are only diff’rent in name,
For they are treated just the same by fate.
Today a smile and tomorrow a tear,
We’re never sure what’s in store,
So learn your lesson before it is too late, so

Be like I, hold your head up high,
Till you find a bluebird of happiness.
You will find greater peace of mind
Knowing there’s a bluebird of happiness.
And when he sings to you,
Though you’re deep in blue,
You will see a ray of light creep through,
And so remember this, life is no abyss,
Somewhere there’s a bluebird of happiness.

[Recit.]The poet with his pen, the peasant with his plow,
It makes no difference who you are.
It’s all the same somehow.
The king upon his throne, the jester at his feet,
The artist, the actress, the man on the street,
It’s a life of smiles, and a life of tears,
It’s a life of hopes, and a life of fears.
A blinding torrent of rain, and a brilliant burst of sun,
A biting, tearing pain, and bubbling, sparkling fun.
And no matter what you have,
Don’t envy those you meet,
It’s all the same, it’s in the game,
The bitter and the sweet.
And if things don’t look so cheerful,
Just show a little fight,
For every bit of darkness,
There’s a little bit of light.
For every bit of hatred,
There’s a little bit of love.
For every cloudy morning, there’s a midnight moon above.

So don’t you forget,
You must search ‘til you find the bluebird.
You will find peace and contentment forever
If you will—

Be like I, hold your head up high,
‘Til you see a ray of light and cheer.
And so remember this, life is no abyss,
Somewhere there’s a bluebird of happiness.