I Used To Be Color Blind Fred Astaire

Strange how a dreary world
Can suddenly change
To a world as bright
As the evening star

Queer, what a difference
When your vision is clear
And you see things
As they really are

I used to be color-blind
But I met you and now I find
There's green in the grass
There's gold in the moon
There's blue in the skies

That semi-circle
That was always hanging about
Is not a storm cloud, it's a rainbow
And you brought the colors out

Believe me it's really true
'Til I met you, I never knew
A setting sun could paint
Such beautiful skies