The winter had passed
And the spring has come
We have withered
And our hearts are bruised from longing
(i’m singing my blues)
Used to the blue tears, blue sorrow
(i’m singing my blues)

And the spring has come
We have withered
And our hearts are bruised from longing
(i’m singing my blues)
Used to the blue tears, blue sorrow
(i’m singing my blues)
