You were my bonnie forsaken
 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 alas I saw you hide under the blanket
 On a sunday afternoon
 And by the evening time there was rain coming down
 I went up and left the room
 
 I looked into my book of lines you brought to me
 You were staring back at me this time old bluebird
 If I sail into the silver light to meet you
 Would you take my hand and show me who you’re praying to?