You've been looking for that pot of gold
Searching eveywhere so I'm told
You stumble round 'til you think you've found
Sand and ashes from the ground
Wipe that tear out from your eye
And raise your face up to the sky
For every game where a loser cries
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly
No angel points the way to the sun
No shadows beckoning you to come
What yellow brick lines which plimsouled lane
What once seemed fresh and young now seems so tame
Wipe that tear out from your eye
And raise your face up to the sky
For every dream where a loser sighs
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly
The fireplace now has got a steady glow
With one last breath before it goes
You say you're losing the will to live
Please remember what you have to give
You'll get no promise I guarantee
But there'll be laughter on a soft breeze
There'll soon be laughter on a soft breeze
So wipe that tear out from your eye
And raise your face up to the sky
For every dream where a loser cries
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly
He weeps 'neath heaven where bluebirds fly