Truly True Blue - Bob Geldof

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