(Larry Gatlin)

Bluer than all the skies above
Sadder than the weeping willow tree
That's the way I am without your love
I never thought you'd run away from me.

Deeper than the ocean and the sea
Sweeter than berries on the vine
This was the love you took from me
It hurts me so to see that I was blind.

Others I've known
I can't recall their names
Oh, but your love was different
It was more than just a game.

Softer than velvet to my touch
smoother than satin cloth so fine
And I love your memory, oh. so much
And rejoice to think once you were mine.

And rejoice to think once you were mine...