Born to Be Blue
Some folks were meant to live in clover
But they are such a chosen few
And clover being green
Is something I've never seen
'Cause I was born to be blue
When there's a yellow moon above me
They say there's moonbeams I should view, I should view
But moonbeams being gold
Are something I can't behold
'Cause I was born to be blue
When I met you
The world was bright and sunny
When you left the curtain fell
I'd like to laugh
But nothing strikes me funny
Now my world's a faded pastel, well
I guess I'm luckier than some folks
I've known the thrill of lovin' you
And that alone is more than I was created for
'Cause I was born to be blue
Autor(es): Mel Torme, Robert Wells
