Up above me are the skies Like the twinkle in your eyes These things are the color of the blues In the mail your letter came The ink and paper looked the same Blue must be the color of the blues Blue bird sitting in the tree Seems to sympathize with me He’s not singing like he used to do Pretty waters in the sea Feel as cold as you left me Blue must be the color of the blues Blue days come and blue days go How I feel nobody knows Life is oh so empty without you There’s a blue note in each song That I sing since you are gone Blue must be the color of the blues