Blue Evening

Ray Eberly



Blue evening comes at the close of day

Blue evening, spent in the same old way.

My future looks as dark as the sky above me

There must be someone here in this world who loves me.

A sweet love song, would be so grand to know

But my love songs are all from the radio

Another dawn is waiting for me, another day and then

Another blue evening again.





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