When Sunny gets blue, his eyes get gray and cloudy,
Then the rain begins to fall, pitter-patter, pitter-
patter,
Love is gone, so what can matter,
No sweet lover man comes to call.
When Sunny gets blue, he breaths a sigh of sadness,
Like the wind that stairs the trees,
Wind that sets the leaves to swaying
Like some violin are playing with in a heart and a
haunting melodies.
*People used to love to hear him laugh, see him smile,
That's how he got his name.
Since that sad affair, he lost his smile, changed his
style,
Somehow he's not the same.
(But) Memories will fade, and pretty dreams will rise up
Where his other dreams fell through,
Hurry new love, hurry here, to kiss away each lonely
tear,
And hold him near when Sunny gets blue. *
(Instrumental interlude and pick up at Bridge*.)
Hurry new love, hurry here, to kiss away each lonely tear
And hold her near when Sunny gets blue.
I read as she sings Sunny as male and the loss of his lover man. The worldly Sarah Vaughan was able to acknowledge what has been true for millennia, that love is shared and mourned between men towards men and women alike.
Her ability to transcend small minded mores only amplifies and enhances my love and admiration for her.