| When sunny gets blue |
| Her eyes get gray and cloudy |
| Then the rain begins to fall |
| Pitter patter, pitter patter |
| Love is gone so what can matter? |
| No sweet lover man comes to call |
| When sunny gets blue |
| She breathes a sigh of sadness |
| Like the wind that stirs the trees |
| Wind that sets the leaves swaying like |
| Some violins playing |
| Weird and haunting melodies |
| People used to love |
| To see her smile, hear her laugh |
| That’s how she got her name |
| Since that sad affair, she’s lost her smile |
| Changed her style |
| Somehow she’s not, not the same |
| But memories will fade |
| And pretty dreams will arise up Where her other dreams fell through |
| Hurry, hurry, hurry new love here |
| To kiss away each lonely tear |
| And hold her near when sunny gets blue |
| When sunny gets blue |