When Sunny gets blue, her eyes get gray and cloudy.
Then the rain begins to fall. Pitter patter, pitter patter,
Love is gone so what can matter?
No sweet lover man comes to call.
When Sunny gets blue, she breathes a sigh of sadness,
Like the wind that stirs the trees.
Wind that sets the leaves a swayin’,
Like some violins are playin’ weird and haunting melodies.

People used to love to hear her laugh, see her smile.
That’s how she got her name.
Since that sad affair, she’s lost her smile, changed her style.
Somehow she’s not the same.
But mem’ries will fade, and pretty dreams
Will rise up where her other dream fell through.
Hurry new love, hurry here to kiss away each lonely tear,
And hold her near when Sunny gets blue.