| Birds in the trees
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| And a song on the breeze
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| Blue River, why are you blue
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| Light of the Moon
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| And the starlight in view
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| Must they bring sadness to you
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| Must you sing of days gone by
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| Must you always sigh
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| Tell me why your song is sad, never glad
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| Blue River, Blue River
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| Do you hold the memory
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| Of a vanished dream
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| Sing to me of lips I’ve pressed and caressed
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| Blue River, Blue River
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| Till I saw my hopes
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| Go drifting down your stream
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| Can we both forget the night
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| Summer night, in a little canoe
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| When her blue eyes lost their light
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| As we whispered «adieu»
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| When I hear your lonesome song
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| Something’s wrong
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| Blue River, Blue River
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| Maybe it’s because I’m just as blue as you
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| Tell me why your song is sad, never glad
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| Blue River, Blue River
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| Do you hold the memory
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| Of a vanished dream, dream, vanished dream
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| Sing to me of lips I’ve pressed and caressed
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| Blue River
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| Till I saw my hopes
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| Go drifting down your stream
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| Can we both forget the night
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| Summer night, in a little canoe
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| When her blue eyes lost their light
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| And we whispered «adieu», I said adieu-dieu-dieu
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| When I hear your lonesome song
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| Something’s wrong
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| Blue River
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| Maybe it’s because I’m just as blue as you |