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
