Meaning Of The Blues

(альбом: About The Blues - 1957)

Blue was just the color 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 color of his eyes
Till he said, "Goodbye, love"
Blue was just a ribbon for first prize
Till he said, "Don't cry, love"

And blues were only chart songs
Fashioned for impulsive ingénues
But now I know, too well, I know
Too well, I know the meaning of the blues

Blue was just the color of his eyes