My Clair de Lune - Jay & The Americans

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