The Blue Skirt Waltz - Hank Thompson

I wandered alone one night,

till I heard and orchestra play

I met you where lights were bright,

and people were care-free and gay

You were the beautiful lady in blue,

I was in heaven just waltzing with you

You thrilled me with strange delight,

then softly you stole away

I dream of that night with you,

Lady when first we met We danced in a world of blue,

How can my heart forget B lue were the skies, and blue were your eyes,

just like the blue skirt you wore

Come back blue lady, come back,

Don’t be blue any more