I met a girl out in the hills, who gave my lonely heart a thrill,
Her beauty seemed just like a breath of Spring,
And when I looked into her eyes,
I thought them blue as summer skies,
And when I held her hand in mine, I heard the bluebirds sing.
They sang of wondering, wondering if you love her.
Will she marry, marry if you ask her?
Will her heart beat, heart beat true for him,
For then and evermore,
And when she's lonely, lonely when he's near her,
When there's sadness, sadness will he cheer her?
Will they always, always be together,
Until in death they part?
I courted her for months on end,
until she promised we'd be wed,
We planned on being married in the Spring,
And through the long cold winter months,
It seemed that Spring would never come,
And every gloomy winter day I heard the bluebirds sing.
They sang of waiting, waiting for the flowers,
And of counting, counting every hour,
Until the bluebird's, bluebird's chirp is welcomed,
Into the world once more,
And we're still waiting, waiting for the sunshine,
We keep hating, hating every storm cloud
That has gathered, gathered o'er the mountains,
To keep us far apart.
And when at last Spring touched the earth,
we's married in the village church.
Our wedding seemed just like a dream come true.
So many years have come and gone,
But still our love is true and strong
As when I found her long ago,
and still the bluebirds sing.
They sing of loving, loving every hour
That I'm married, married to my flower,
And we'll be happy, happy ever after,
As since the day we met.
Now we're older, older love grows sweeter,
We'll grow fonder, fonder of each other,
We'll be sweethearts, sweethearts close together,
Until the end of time.
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