Up above me are the skies
Like a twinkle in your eyes
There things are the color of the blues
In the mail your letter came
Pink and paper looked the same
Blue must be the color of the blues

Chorus:
Blue birds singing in the trees
Seems to sympathize with me
For he's not singing like he use to do
The pretty water in the sea
Still as cold as when you left me
Yes blue must be the color of the blues.

There's a rainbow over head
With more blue than gold and red
Blue must be the color angels choose
And the blue look that you wore
When you left to return no more
Blue must be the color of the blues.

Chorus:
Blue days come and blue days go
How I feel nobody know's
Life is pretty empty without you
There's a blue note in each song
That I sing since you are gone
Blue must be the color of the blues
Yes blue must be the cloor of the blues.