Some folks were meant to live in clover But they are such a 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 that moon beams I should view But moon beams, being gold, are something I can't behold 'Cause I was born to be blue Bridge: When I met you, the world was bright and sunny When you left, the curtain fell I want to laugh, but nothing strikes me funny Now my world's 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