Where the Bluebirds Call

Searching for a song up in the mountains
Looking for a ballad in those hills
Sometimes it felt as if the old tunes found him
Though far away the music haunts him still

England is a cold place in October
Virginia is so pretty in the fall
He tells himself if he could do it over
He’d end his days where the bluebirds call

There’s no place else so pleasant in his memory
Like a melody and story it entwines
Hour after hour spent in reverie
Listening on the front porch in the pines

England is a cold place in October
Virginia is so pretty in the fall
He tells himself if he could do it over
He’d end his days where the bluebirds call

Aunt Maria sang of Barbra Allen
And Sweet William in his long and narrow grave
The rose bud and the briar together swelling
And the girl who died for the love she gave

England is a cold place in October
Virginia is so pretty in the fall
He tells himself if he could do it over
He’d end his days where the bluebirds call