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 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
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.