Blue Sky

Blue sky At the rising of the sun Blue sky When the lonely night is done Blue sky Still my true love is gone Sweet wine The color of her lips Sweet wine The world starts swaying like her hips Sweet wine Still my true love is gone All the children are laughing Building castles of sand It’s like a forgotten language I just don’t understand I’ll try To find some comfort there I’ll try The smell of springtime in the air I’ll try Still my true love is gone All the children are laughing Building castles of sand It’s like a forgotten language I just don’t understand Look at the stars they all shine so bright Meteor showers thrown like glitter Flying in the sky I’ll try To find some comfort there I’ll try The smell of springtime in the air I’ll try Still my true love is gone