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 have never seen

'Cause I was born to be blue

When there is a yellow moon above me

They say there is moonbeams hush with dew

But moonbeams being gold

Is 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 like to laugh but nothing strikes me funny

Now my world is a faded pastel

Well I guess I'm luckier than some folks

I've known the thrill of loving you

And that alone is more

Than I was created for

'Cause I was born to be blue