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