Blue was just the colour of the sea,
Till my lover left me.
Blue was just a bluebird in a tree
till he said forget me.
Blue always made me think of summer,
cloudless summer skies so fresh and warm.
But now the blue i see is more like winter,
winter skies with clouds about to storm.
Blue was just the colour of his eyes
till he said goodbye love.
Blue was just a ribbon for first prize
till he said dont cry love,
and bluuuueees were only chartsomes
fashioned for impulsive arjenues
but now i know
to well i know,
to well i know the meaning of the blues.
Blue was just the colour of his eyes