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
Pennies in a stream. Falling leaves, a sycamore. Moonlight in Vermont. . Icy finger-waves. Ski trails on a mountainside. Snowlight in Vermont. . Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway.
Every night was long and gloomy, shadows gathered in the air. No one ever listened to me, no one wondered did I care. None in all the world to love me, none to count that stars that hung. Then the