Sitting alone in the moonlight

Thinking of the days gone by

Wondering about my darling

I can still hear her saying goodbye

Oh, the moon grows pale as I sit here

Each little star seem to whisper and say:

"Your sweetheart has found another

And now she's far, far away"

Sitting alone in the moonlight

Thinking of the days gone by

Wondering about my darling

I can still hear her saying goodbye

Oh, the moon grows pale as I sit here

Each little star seems to whisper and say:

"Your sweetheart has found another

And now she's far, far away"