My Blue ChildI let you go now, my blue child.Fly away, I make you wings of memory and pain.The wings that offered healing once would not come again.Your pain is now complete, your pain is past.Our pain is torn and tearing, our pain will last.I played a counting game upon your back when we were small.Then I had your wounds to count. I could not count them all.A prince come from a star, with golden hair;I took you to my heart, I held you there.You were my own, and every threat to you made me fierce.Now I must be, yet cannot be, fierce enough for this -to let you go now, my blue child
Ice Cream Woman BluesI'll tell you about my baby,tell you about that gal of mine.I'll tell you about my baby,tell you about that gal of mine.My baby is like ice cream,sweet and cold at the same time.We go into the city,and we walk on St. Luke Street.We go into the city,and we walk on St. Luke Street.I see smiles on all the facesof every man we meet.But they don't know my baby,they don't know her like I do.Oh they don't know my baby,they don't know her like I do.Twenty ways she makes you happy,nineteen ways she makes you blue.She will offer you a quarterand then give you a dime.She will offer you a quarterand then give you