[Poem "Lost Blue" by Molly Drake]:
In the deep uncertainty of the night
The blue plate hangs on the wall
And I wonder: is it really blue at all?
Or was that stolen by the thieving light
And who can say whether it will return?

Oh, how the quiet plate must yearn
For her lost blueness in the dark
For though the day has brought it off before
She can not quite be sure

And how can I be sure in the uncertainty of the night
That dawn will bring the same world back again?
I take for granted the ceiling would be white
And shadows long
And the yellow morning light limpid with the little midnight rain
And apples lying rosy where long grass grows
But no one really knows

[Song]:
Bird in the blue, tell me where are you flying
Bird in the blue, way over the sea
Bird in the blue, can you hear my heart crying?
Carry my true love a message from me
Summer is done and the leaves, they are falling
Soon you'll be gone, flying high, flying free
Gone where the sun and the green hills are calling
As they called to my love, but he never told me

Out of the harbour, into the bay
[Ruled out]? a proud ship, with my heart as a stowaway
Gone was my dear love
Gone, without a word
Shall I send in my dear love on the wings of a little bird?

Bird in the blue, though I am trapped in my yearning
Bound to the ground, would you hear my last plea?
Bird in the blue, when it is time for returning
Will you bring back the spring
And my true love to me?