I call her Clair De Lune
She walks by moonlight, my Clair De Lune
And when the moon's bright
I'll see her on some sandy beach
Or on a hill top, smiling just out of my reach
I reach for, Clair De Lune
As one obsessed, might reach for the moon
As one possessed, might see something
Others don't see
I see her face, and I hear a strange melody
Uh, uh, ah, uh, uh
Strange and sweet, is the haunting theme
Uh, uh, ah, uh, uh
How strange and sweet, this dream
She's waiting, Clair De Lune
There, where the moon light, falls on the dune
I run to meet her
But like all dreams my ends too soon
For just as I approach my Clair De Lune
She fades and vanishes just like the moon
And I am left, with but the lovely tune