Song Sung Blue - The New Seekers

Song sung blue, everybody knows one

Song sung blue, every garden grows one

Me and you are subject to the blues now and then

But when you take the blues and make a song

You sing them out again, you sing them out again

In a song sung blue, weeping like a willow

Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow

It’s a funny thing but you can sing it with a cry in your voice

And before you know it start to feeling blue you have no choice

Song sung blue, everybody knows one

Song sung blue, every garden grows one

Me and you are subject to the blues now and then

But when you take the blues and make a song

You sing them out again

Song sung blue, weeping like a willow

Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow

And that’s a funny thing but you can sing it with a cry in your voice

And before you know it start to feeling all good you’ve got no choice

Song sung blue, everybody knows one

Song sung blue, every garden grows one

Me and you are subject to the blues now and then

But when you take the blues you make a song sung blue