Song Song Blue

Everybody knows one

Song Song Blue

Every garden grows one

Me and you are subject

to the blues now and then

But when you take the blues

and make a song

You sing them out again

Sing them out again

Song Song Blue

Weeping like a willow

Song Song Blue

Sleeping on my pillow

Funny thing, but you can

sing it with a cry in your voice

And before you know

start to feeling good

You simply got no choice

Me and you are subject to

the blues now and then

But when you take the

blues and make a song

You sing them out again

Song Song Blue

everybody knows one

Song Song Blue

every garden grows one

Me and you are subject

to the blues now and then

But when you take the blues

and make a song

you sing'em out again

Song song blue

song song blue

song song blue

Song Song Blue

Song Song Blue

Song sung blue