Ruth Etting Back In Your Own Backyard
We leave home, expecting to find a bluebird
Hoping every cloud will be silver-lined
But we all return, as we live, we learn
That we left our happiness behind
The bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you
Back in your own backyard
You'll see your castle in Spain
Through your windowpane
Back in your own backyard
Oh, you can go to the east, go to the west
But someday you'll come
Weary at heart, back where you started from
You'll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own backyard
The little bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting, waiting for you
Back in your own, back in your own backyard
You'll see your castle in Spain
Through your windowpane
Back in your own, back in your own backyard
Oh you can go to the east, go to the west
But some, some sweet day you'll come
Weary at heart, back where you started from
You'll find your happiness lies
Right under your very eyes
Back in your own, back in your own backyard