Lyrics Larry-Larue - Max Roach, Booker Little, George Coleman

Larry-Larue

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