(A. Johnson, S. Coslow)

[Recorded November 29, 1965, Hollywood]



Once I tried to capture the rapture of the night,

Silly dreams I knew would disappear,

But it seems they left a souvenir,

One refrain eternally will haunt me, taunt me.

It came from nowhere the night that we met,

T'was like a melodious plea, wee moon song that wasn't meant for me.

Why is it always reminding me of a love dream that never could be.

Wee moon song that wasn't meant for me.

It came gliding into my heart, riding on a moonbeam from above.

Sorrow and this and the whole world blended in a rhapsody of love.

There I heard her singing to somebody else,

What I thought was my melody,

Wee moon song that wasn't meant for me.