When I hear that Serenade in Blue,
I'm somewhere in another world alone with you,
Sharing all the joys we used to know many moons ago.
Once again your face comes back to me,
Just like the theme of some forgotten melody
In the album of my memories, Serenade in Blue.
It seems like only yesterday, a small cafe, a crowded floor,
And as we danced the night away, I hear you say, "Forevermore."
And then the song became a sigh,
Forevermore became goodbye,
But you remained in my heart.
So tell me, Darling, is there still a spark,
Or only lonely ashes of the flame we knew?
Should I go on whistling in the dark, Serenade in Blue?