Blue

Every colour has it's own sound
And every light has it's particular shape
That talks more than any book or tape
And when I see the red burning sun
I hear the sound of drums
But every time my memory brings
Me back to you

I hear the sound of blue every night is blue
Blue is the song and these are the words blue
Your eyes are blue
Even the sky seems to be blue

Every plain draws it's own shade
And every shadow it's particular note
That tells you more than
Anything I ever wrote
And if I could only spread my wings
I hear the sound of dream
About every time my memory brings
Me back to you

I hear the sound of blue every night is blue
Blue is the song and these are the words blue
Your eyes are blue
Even the sky seems to be blue

Blue the rainbow blue the trees
Blue the raindrops blue the seas
Blue is every day around me
The sound of blue