Dark is the night,
Sad is my heart,
Blue is the moon,
Now I must dream,
Dream of her warm embrace.
Soft were her lips,
Tender her touch,
Now she is gone,
And I must walk,
Walk in a lonely place.
When we met, the world was a laughing thing.
And each season, had its reason,
For returning to spring.
Dark is the night,
Sad is my heart,
Blue is the moon,
And I must dream,
Dream of her warm embrace.
Dark is the night,
Sad is my heart,
Blue is the moon,
And I must dream,
Dream of her warm embrace.
