You may not be an angel, `cause angels are so fewBut

Blue skies, smilin' at meNothin' but blues skies do I seeBluebirds

The music she moves to, is music that makes me a

I was five and she was sixWe rode on horses made

The world's a tiny blue-green arkAfloat in darkest spaceAnd every creature

So I'm down and so I'm outBut so are many othersSo

One afternoon I came to hearYou sing a soft song into

You should have told me when it all beganYou should have

are thereIn autumn gold or summer greenYou are thereTo

I tried to capture the rapture of the nightSilly dreams

Biltmore garage wants a grandBut we ain't got a grand

Moon River, wider than a mileI'm crossin' you in style somedayOh,

The one I love belongs to somebody elseShe means her tender

It's just the same old song and danceThe same old song

little dream castleWith every dream goneIs lonely and silentThe

Rain falling from the skiesLike lonely tears through misty eyesRain streaming

It was winter in Manhattan, falling snow flakes filled the airThe

She's a snooty little cutie, she's a burgulous skirtShe's a knockout

There'll be a hot timeIn the town of BerlinWhen the Yanks

me to the moonAnd let me play among the