Tonight the cloud of loneliness is on my window sill
And I can’t seem to find the words to tell just how I feel
So I think I’ll paint a picture of a girl that I once knew
and I think I’ll call my picture a portrait of the blues

Falling rain will be my tears drops, blue skies they way I feel
When she sees it in the picture she’ll know my love was real
And along the solemn critics will be a masterpiece of art
When she sees that it was painted with pieces of my heart

Now the dress she was wearing when she said that we were through
Will be there in my picture in the portrait of the blues
And the ring upon her finger I will surely place it there
and the little yellow ribbon she wore to match her golden hair

Falling rain will be my tears drops, blue skies they way I feel
When she sees it in the picture she’ll know my love was real
And along the solemn critics will be a masterpiece of art
When she sees that it was painted with pieces of my heart