Blue song in Morning
If we are to write this song
it must surely be the blues.
Though she protests at what he suggests
he listens to her views;
I’m happy now, in love with him,
and he replies,
That’s no excuse!
For I was with you when you were down
when romance went astray
when you tossed your pillows in despair.
I held you close, stroked your hair
rubbed your back, and kissed your frown away.
And you did the same for me;
chased my lovesick blues with sympathy.
So wipe the smile from your words.
Shed some tears as we compose .
Fill this song with suffering;
hopeless cries a sad heart knows.
And don’t arrange it for piano,
guitar, saxophone, or bass
for only a violin can weep
stains upon a lover’s face.
Just pretend today’s a bygone day.
Make believe we never kissed .
Imagine our hearts have broken away
and our transgressions don\'t exist.
As she starts to write,
he begins to understand
for he sees her wedding band
but, in the red-rising Sun,
his tear-filled eyes . . . see only, an evil plan.