Mem o ries tles that lin ger in my (F7)geth heart, er

mem o ries es that make my heart grow (Bb)cold.

But some day

they’ll live a gain, sweet (F7)heart,

(Eb)and (F7)my blue moon moon a (F6)gain will (F7)turn to (Bb)gold.

When my blue

moon turns to gold a (F7)gain,

when the rain

bow turns the clouds a (Bb)way;

when my blue

moon turns to gold a (F7)gain,

(Eb)you’ll (F7)be back in my (F6)arms (F7)to (Bb)stay.

The lips tles that used to thrill me (F7)geth so, er

your the kiss es were meant for on ly (Bb)me.

In my dreams

they live a gain, sweet (F7)heart,

(Eb)but (F7)my gold en moon is (F6)just a (F7)mem o (Bb)ry.

When my blue

moon turns to gold a (F7)gain,

when the rain

bow turns the clouds a (Bb)way;

when my blue

moon turns to gold a (F7)gain,

(Eb)you’ll (F7)be back in my (F6)arms (F7)to (Bb)stay.

The (Bb)stay.