Bye Bye Blackbird
Mark Isham Lyrics


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No one here can love or understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Pack up all my cares and woe, here I go, winging low
Bye, bye, blackbird

Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet, so is she
Bye, bye, blackbird

No one here can love or understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late tonight
Blackbird, bye, bye

Bye, bye, blackbird
Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet, so is she
Bye, bye, blackbird

No one here can love or understand me
Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me




Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late tonight
Blackbird, bye, bye

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Mark Isham's "Bye Bye Blackbird" capture the feeling of a person who is misunderstood and unloved by those around him. The singer feels like no one can relate to him, and that he is constantly bombarded with stories of hardship and woe from others. In response, he decides to forget about his cares and take off into the sky, hoping to leave his troubles behind.


The imagery in the lyrics is poignant, as the singer talks about packing up his "cares and woe" and "winging low" towards an uncertain future. He hopes to find someone who will understand and love him, and the repeated refrain of "bye, bye, blackbird" underlines the sense of departure and new beginnings.


The final lines of the lyrics are especially powerful, as the singer talks about making his bed and lighting the light, but arriving late that night. The implication is that he is leaving behind his old life forever and embracing a new, unknown future. The song captures the bittersweet feeling of letting go of the past and embracing the future, with all its hope and uncertainty.


Line by Line Meaning

No one here can love or understand me
There is nobody present who is able to love me or comprehend me


Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Oh, what a pity they all give me with their tales of unfortunate incidents


Pack up all my cares and woe, here I go, winging low
I am taking all my troubles and woes with me and leaving, flying down low


Bye, bye, blackbird
Goodbye, blackbird


Where somebody waits for me
Where someone is eagerly awaiting my arrival


Sugar's sweet, so is she
My beloved is as sweet as sugar


Bye, bye, blackbird
Goodbye, blackbird


No one here can love or understand me
There is nobody present who is able to love me or comprehend me


Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Oh, what a pity they all give me with their tales of unfortunate incidents


Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late tonight
Prepare my bed and turn on the light, I will be arriving later tonight


Blackbird, bye, bye
Blackbird, goodbye


Bye, bye, blackbird
Goodbye, blackbird


Where somebody waits for me
Where someone is eagerly awaiting my arrival


Sugar's sweet, so is she
My beloved is as sweet as sugar


Bye, bye, blackbird
Goodbye, blackbird


No one here can love or understand me
There is nobody present who is able to love me or comprehend me


Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me
Oh, what a pity they all give me with their tales of unfortunate incidents


Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late tonight
Prepare my bed and turn on the light, I will be arriving later tonight


Blackbird, bye, bye
Blackbird, goodbye




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Mort Dixon, Ray Henderson

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Comments from YouTube:

M Holmlund

I love Prudence Johnson.  Used to see her perform in person at the local jazz venues in Minneapolis, MN, in summer of 1981.  She's still terrific.  

Draziw

Love this version which made it my favorite!!!

George Black

Prudence Johnson is one of the best ever.

fatmanstan

My favorite version, feelin good all over :) :) nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia! :)

Vern Moses

What a beautiful voice.

Vern Moses

So fun and uplifting!!

Andres Perez

Good music takes me back to all good times

El Jefe Maximo

This is the real Mc Coy. I heard this in a speak in Greenwich Village . This isn't Paul Whiteman or the Cliqueo Club Eskimos

Trevor Machin

My mother loves the Cliqueo Club Eskimos

TippyBarley

❤❤

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