Green, green leaves falling down
From the tops of tall, tall trees,
Touch ground near what just might be the single clue.
Red, red drops that drip out
From the bottom of my heart,
Must mean that I'm living in a world of blue.
There's not one golden sign that the sun will ever shine,
Even the clouds have assumed a darker hue.
The fact that daylight's only trace,
Reflects off tear streaks across my face,
Must mean that I'm living in a world of blue.
Instrumental
There's not one golden sign that the sun will ever shine,
Even the clouds have assumed a darker hue.
The fact that daylight's only trace,
Reflects off tear streaks across my face,
Must mean that I'm living in a world of blue.
It must mean that I'm living in a world of blue.