Richard Rodgers / Lorenz Hart
Blue moon,
you saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love of my own.
Blue moon,
you knew just what I was there for
you heard me saying a prayer
for someone I really could care for.
And then there suddenly appeared before me,
the only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper, «Please adore me.»
and when I looked,
the moon had turned to gold.
Blue moon,
now I’m no longer alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love of my own.