Green, green leaves falling down From the tops of tall, tall trees Touch ground near what just might be the single clue Red, red drops that drip out From the bottom of my heart Must mean that I'm living in a world of blue BRIDGE: There's not one golden sign That the sun will ever shine Even the clouds have a**umed a darker hue That fact that daylight's only trace Reflects off tear streaks across my face Must mean that I'm living in a world of blue It must mean that I'm living in a world of blue