Some folks were meant to live in clover
But they are such a chosen few
And clover being green
Is something I have never seen
'Cause I was born to be blue
When there is a yellow moon above me
They say there is moonbeams hush with dew
But moonbeams being gold
Is something I can't behold
'Cause I was born to be blue
When I met you
The world was bright and sunny
When you left the curtain fell
I like to laugh but nothing strikes me funny
Now my world is 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