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 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, back in your own backyard.
