Blue moonthe marcels- words by lorenz hart, music by richard rodgersblue moon, you saw me standing alonewithout a dream in my heart without a love of my own blue moon, you knew just what i was there foryou heard me saying a prayer forsomeone i really could care for and then there suddenly appeared before methe only one my arms will ever holdi heard somebody whisper, "please adore me"and when i looked, the moon had turned to goldblue moon, now i'm no longer alonewithout a dream in my heartwithout a love of my own