Up above me are the skies like the twinkle in your eyesThese things are the color of the bluesIn the mail your letter came, the ink and paper looked the sameBlue must be the color of the blueBluebird sitting in the tree seems to sympathize with meFor he's not singing like he used to doThe pretty waters in the sea feel as cold as you left meYes, blue must be the color of the bluesThere's a rainbow overhead with more blue than gold and redBlue must be the color angels chooseA blue dress you proudly wore when you left to return no moreBlue must be the color of the bluesBlue days come and blue days go, how I feel nobody knowsLife is mighty empty without youThere's a blue note in each song that I sing since you are goneYes, blue must be the color of the blues
