I ve been living in this month of Sun days
for so long I dont remember Satur day night.
Bro ken records dont play new tunes
exc ept for once in a blue moon.
And Ive looked but the moo n is still whit e.
And Ive been summoned to the summit of Sun days
some one somewhere may do something with hi s life.
A sm okers lungs dont blow balloons
exce pt for once in a blue moon.
And Ive looked but the moo n is still whit e.
Rust y guns fire rusty shots leop ards never change their spots
fire works always fade too soon.
Empt y words dont mean a lot and fro m me thats all youve got.
But I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Ive been living in this month of Sunda ys
and I forget what Monday morning feels like.
Blus hing brides and handsome grooms dee p in debt from honeymoons
Star e above but the mo on is still whit e.
Ive wandered into wondering if one da y
when the war is won and one final ly made two
When we think not of what weve not and t hink only of what weve got
And we go dancing under neath the blue moo n.
All black kettles and black pots seem to fight an awf ul lot
and make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
Empt y words dont mean a lot but fr om me thats all youve got.
I sw ear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Oh oh. Oh oh. Oh oh oh.
So Ive been living in this month of Sund ays
and I dont know it this month may be thr ough.
So will you tell me that youll wait for as long as it may take
And I swear darling Ill s how you a blue mo on
Oh my darling Ill sh ow you a blue moo n.
