Pretty Blue
lyric by C. Franklin, music by Daniel M. Dobkin
When the moon hangs low and
the wind is just a sigh
Seems so long ago that
my heart was riding high:
Though I know we're through
Still I get
pretty blue.
When the birds don't sing and
the sun forgets to shine
I can't help but cling to
the days when you were mine:
I'm a fool, it's true
Still I get
pretty blue.
Night falls just like
velvet covers
over lovers everywhere.
But the rising
sun discovers
my arms full of empty air
nobody there.
Then the tender rain comes
to wash my tears away
And I lose my pain in
sweet dreams of yesterday:
Guess I'll make it through:
Still I get
pretty blue.