Don't Ever Be Blue

Like the cool winds of March and the
waters that flow from the fall
Like the cold winter’s night
and the stars that light up the sky
It’s a blueberry field and the blue-jays that sing a song
It’s the prettiest color of all…
But it lives in my home
It’s often sweet and gentle like a
breeze on the first day of May
Like a baby’s eyes full of joy contentment and play
It’s an old country morning
when grandma is moaning her song
It’s the prettiest color of all…but it lives in my home
Don’t ever be blue
Don’t ever be blue
There’s a rainbow of colors awaiting
right there before you
Just keep going on keep
singing your song and doing the best you can do
Don’t ever be blue