Song, song, blue, everybody knows one
Song, song, blue, every garden grows one
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
When you take the blues and make a song, you sing them out again
You sing them out again
Song, song, blue, weeping like a willow
Song, song, blue, sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing that you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it gets to feeling good
You've simply got no choice
Song, song, blue, everybody knows one
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
When you take the blues and make a song, you sing them out again
Song, song, blue, weeping like a willow
Song, song, blue, you sleeping on my pillow
Song, song, blue, you sleeping on my pillow
Song, song, blue, weeping like a willow