(Mel Torme and R. Wells)

Some folks were meant to live in clover

But they are such a chosen few, 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, oh well



I guess I'm luckier than some folks

Woo woo woo

I've known the thrill of lovin' you, lovin' you

And that alone is more than I was created for

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, oh well



I guess I'm luckier than some folks

I've known the thrill of lovin' you, lovin' you

And that alone is more than I was created for

Cause I was born to be blue

Woo woo