You were my bonny for a second
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 at last I saw you hide under the blankets
On a Sunday afternoon
By evening time there was rain coming down
So I went up and left the room
I looked into my book of lines you brought to me
And you were staring back at me this time oh bluebird
Well if I sail into the silver light to meet you
Would you take my hand and show me who you're praying to
