Lyrics Color of the Blues - John Prine, Susan Tedeschi

Color of the Blues

Up above me were the skies
Like the twinkle in your eyes
These things are the colors of the blues
In the mail your letter came
The ink and paper looked th same
Blue must be the color
Of the blues
Bluebird sitting in the tree
Seems to sympathize with me
For he’s not singing like he used to
The pretty waters in the sea
Feel as cold as you left me
Yes blue must be the color
Of the blues
There’s a rainbow overhead
With more blue than gold and red
Blue must be the color
Angels choose
A blue dress you proudly wore
When you left me to return no more
Blue must be the color
Of the blues
Blue days come and blue days go
How I’m feeling nobody knows
Life is mighty empty
Without you
There’s a blue note in my sock
That I’ve saved since you’ve been gone
Yes blue must be the color
Of the blues