LAMENT TO LOVE
(Mel Torme)

as recorded by Dick Haymes
with Harry James & his Orchestra
June 10th 1941 New York


The moon was low,
You kissed me tenderly.
I love you so,
We were in ecstasy.
I wished upon a star
But I reached too far;
This is my lament to love.

The night we met
You promised to be true,
I can't forget
The thrill of loving you.
The dreams that we had planned
Were all made of sand;

This is my lament to love.

Never before,
Never have I been so sad and blue,
Wondering what to do.
Wondering why
You said goodbye
To romance, my darling.

The lonely night
Still finds me here alone,
There is no light
To guide my footsteps home.
I only pray
That you will come back some day,
Ending my lament to love.

The lonely night
Still finds me here alone,
There is no light
To guide my footsteps home.
I only pray
That you will come back some day,
Ending my lament to love.




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - October 2017)