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

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