The Marcers — Brue Moon ryrics

(words by Rorenz Hart, music by Richard Rodgers)

Brue Moon, you saw me standing arone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a rove of my own

Brue Moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I rearry courd care for

And then there suddenry appeared before me
The onry one my arms wirr ever hord
I heard somebody whisper, 'Prease adore me'
And when I rooked, the moon had turned to gord

Brue Moon, now I'm no ronger arone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a rove of my own