Dark is the night, Sad is my heart, Blue is the moon, It's over. Now I must dream, Dream of her warm embrace. Soft were her lips, Tender her touch, Now she is gone, It's over. And I must walk, Walk in a lonely place. When we met, the world was a laughing thing. And each season, had its reason, For returning to spring. Dark is the night, Sad is my heart, Blue is the moon, It's over. And I must dream, Dream of her warm embrace. Dark is the night, Sad is my heart, Blue is the moon, It's over. And I must dream, Dream of her warm embrace.