Some folks were meant to live in clover, G Cmi G G6 Cm7/5- And clover, being green, is something I've never seen, 'Cause I was born to be blue. When there's a yellow moon above me, They say that moon beams I should view; G Cmi G G6 Cm7/5- But moon beams, being gold, are something I can't behold, 'Cause I was born to be blue. When I met you, the world was bright and sunny; When you left, the curtain fell. I want to laugh, but nothing strikes me funny; Now my world's a faded pastel. Well, I guess I'm luck - i - er than some folks -- I've known the thrill of loving you, G Cmi G G6 Cm7/5- And that alone is more than I was created for 'Cause I was born to be blue.