The gay lights of glamor
Are darkened by drama
By the blues that I sing for my themeAll the soft singing sisters
And the torch bearing misters
Who just come to listen and dreamThe soft lights are glowing
The champagne is flowing
In each customer's eye there is a gleamThey are the weary and the weepless
The sad-eyed and the sleepless
Who just come ot listen, and to dream
Now the black of the night
Rings of blues in the night
Somehow they both seem to belongThey're the sad eyed and the gay ones
The real hip hooray ones
They hang on to each and every word of my songFor I sing of their drama
Their fast fading glamor
And the blues that I sing is the theme
For the soft singing sisters
And the torch bearing misters
Who just come to listen
And they come to dreamBlues for the weepersI said the black of the night
Brings the blues in the night
Somehow they seem to belong
And the blues that I sing is a theme
For the soft singing sisters
And the torch bearing misters
Who just come to listen
And they come to dream
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.