Color of the Blues - John Prine, Susan Tedeschi

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