By. George Jones
Up above me are 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 the same
Blue must be the color of the blues
Bluebird's singin' in the trees seems to sympathize with me
But he's not singing like he used to do
The pearly waters in the sea feel as cold as you left me
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 to return no more
Blue must be the color of the blues
Blue days come and blue days go how I feel nobody knows
Life is mighty empty without you
There's a blue note in each song that I sing since you are gone
Blue must be the color of the blues
