True Blue is the Color for Me.
There are fifty fine colors that flaunt and flare,
All pleasant and gay to see,
But of all the fine colors that dance in the air,
True Blue’s the color for me.
True Blue is the color of good true love,
For it melts in woman’s eye,
True Blue is the color of heaven above,
For it beams in the azure sky.
True Blue is the vest that Nature free
Has spread round the joyous earth,
True Blue is the hue of the dancing sea,
As it gave to beauty birth.
True Blue, it flows in the soft blue vein
Of a bosom that’s fair and true,
As the violet, soften’d by heaven’s own rain,
Is tinged with the heavenly hue.
True Blue, it is seen in the distant vale,
Where the fond hearts love to roam,
It curls in the smoke from the shelter’d dale,
As it guides the wanderer home.
True Blue hangs glorious over the wave,
From a thousand ships unfurl’d,
It clothes the breast of the Yankees brave,
As they bear it round the world.
And when the skies grow dark, and wild winds yell,
If he sees but a streak of blue,
The steersman is glad, for he knows all’s well,
And his guardian angel’s true.
Then let all the fine colors flaunt and flare
All pleasant and gay to see,
True Blue’s the color alone to wear,
True Blue’s the color for me.