Bob Geldof Truly, True Blue
When the red rose
Bursts its blooming bud
And pouring out its thorny golden blood
I'll be true blue
When the cold and brittle late October sky
Crystallizes, snaps and cracks then shatters over you
And the heat on Henry Street
Melts the tar beneath your feet
That bubbles up and then gets stuck to you
And the trees hang heavy with their fruit and rain
That hovers threateningly over you
Then I'll be truly true blue
