Color of the Blues John Prine (Ft. Susan Tedeschi)

Up above me are the skies
Like the twinkle in your eyes
These things are the color of the blues
In the mail, your letter came
The ink and paper look the same
Yes, blue must be the color of the blues

The bluebird sitting in a tree
Seems to sympathize with me
For he's not singing like he used to do
The pretty waters in the sea
Feel as cold as you left me
Yes, 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
Yes, 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
Yes, blue must be the color of the blues
Yes, blue must be the color of the blues