Happy Hunting Horn - Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers

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

Some one I really could care for

And then you suddenly appeared before me

The only one my arms could 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