Blue

When thou art blue…art feeling down,

I’ll be there…I’ll be around,

For though thou see me…as a friend,

Oft I’ve told thee…time and again—

There is no heart…nor soul…on earth,

Matters more to me…than thine,

So if thou art but e’er in need,

Think of me…sometime—

For there is nothing I’d like more,

Than to hold thee…reassure,

Thy heart…thy soul…twill be all right,

So should thou find thyself…some time—

In need of comfort…I’ll be there,

For surely thou know that I care,

And that no heart…nor soul on earth,

Matters more to me…than thine.