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 a playin'
Weird and haunting melodies.

People used to love to hear her laugh, see her smile,
That's how she got her name.
But since that sad affair, she's lost her smile, changed her style.
Somehow she's not the same, but...

Memories will fade,
And pretty dreams will rise up,
Where her other dreams fell through.
So, hurry new love, hurry here,
To kiss away each lonely tear,
And hold her near when Sunny gets blue.