Sitting alone in the moonlight
Thinking of the days gone by
Wondering about my darling
I can still hear her saying goodbye
Oh, the moon grows pale as I sit here
Each little star seem to whisper and say:
"Your sweetheart has found another
And now she's far, far away"
Sitting alone in the moonlight
Thinking of the days gone by
Wondering about my darling
I can still hear her saying goodbye
Oh, the moon grows pale as I sit here
Each little star seems to whisper and say:
"Your sweetheart has found another
And now she's far, far away"
