Song Sung Blue

Song sung blue, everybody knows one
Song sung blue, every garden grows one
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again, you sing them out again
In a song sung blue, weeping like a willow
Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow
It’s a funny thing but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it start to feeling blue you have no choice
Song sung blue, everybody knows one
Song sung blue, every garden grows one
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Song sung blue, weeping like a willow
Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow
And that’s a funny thing but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it start to feeling all good you’ve got no choice
Song sung blue, everybody knows one
Song sung blue, every garden grows one
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues you make a song sung blue