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 there's moonbeams I should view. But moonbeams being gold. Are something I can't behold. Cause I was born to be blue.
When I first met you the world was bright and sunny. When you left the curtain fell. I'd like to laugh but nothing strikes me funny. Now my world's a faded pastel.
I guess I'm luckier than some folks. I've known the thrill of lovin' you. And that alone is more, Than I was created for. Cause I was born to be blue.
And that alone is more, Than I was created for. And I was born to sing the blues.