Color of the Blues

Up above me are the skies Like the twinkle in your eyes These things are the color of the blues In the mail, your letter came The ink and paper look the same Yes, blue must be the color of the blues The bluebird sitting in a tree Seems to sympathize with me For he's not singing like he used to do The pretty waters in the sea Feel as cold as you left me Yes, blue must be the color of the blues There's a rainbow overhead With more blue than gold and red Blue must be the color angels choose A blue dress you proudly wore When you left to return no more Yes, blue must be the color of the blues Blue days come and blue days go How I feel, nobody knows Life is mighty empty without you There's a blue note in each song That I sing since you are gone Yes, blue must be the color of the blues Yes, blue must be the color of the blues