Blue sky
At the rising of the sun
Blue sky
When the lonely night is done
Blue sky
Still my true love is gone

Sweet wine
The color of her lips
Sweet wine
The world starts swaying like her hips
Sweet wine
Still my true love is gone

All the children are laughing
Building castles of sand
It’s like a forgotten language
I just don’t understand

I’ll try
To find some comfort there
I’ll try
The smell of springtime in the air
I’ll try
Still my true love is gone

All the children are laughing
Building castles of sand
It’s like a forgotten language
I just don’t understand

Look at the stars they all shine so bright
Meteor showers thrown like glitter
Flying in the sky

I’ll try
To find some comfort there
I’ll try
The smell of springtime in the air
I’ll try
Still my true love is gone