You saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love on my own.

Blue moon
you knew just what I was there for
you heard me saying a prayer for
somebody I really could care for.

And then there suddenly appeared before me
the only one my arms will 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.

Billie Holiday


llustration aus: André Juillard, "Le cahier bleu". Castermann 1994. ISBN 2-203-38867-6