Tu es ma lune, Cherie, tu es ma lune
Oh, on this refreshing fall afternoon.
your sister, starlight, tangos in your eye,
your brother, midnight, forced me to deny,
That I, you vintage and familiar tune,
Would be a fool to fall in love with Lune.

I had to forget you during the spring.
This lonely heart all tangled up in string,
knitted of yarn; of humble mellow mind,
a thread of strife, now a challenge to find,
would unravel if you gave me a ring.
My ticker would flicker, and dance, and sing.

Why was that a love of belligerence?
I thought, once, you'd be my deliverance...
Because this old forgotten melody,
Has never ceased to own my ears for me.
And this bitter sweet melancholy tune,
Sings all through my mind because of la Lune.