Dinah Washington Blue Gardenia
Blue gardenia
now I'm alone with you
and I am also blue.
He has tossed us aside
and like you, gardenia,
once I was near his heart.
After the tear drops start,
where are tear drops to hide?
I lived for an hour,
what more can I tell?
Love bloomed like a flower
then the petals fell.
Blue gardenia,
thrown to a passing breeze,
but pressed,
yes, there pressed in my book of memories.
I lived for an hour,
what more can I tell?
Love bloomed like a flower
and then the petals fell.
Blue gardenia,
thrown to a passing breeze,
but pressed
in my book of memo-ries,
but pressed
in my book of memo-ries.
