Moon of Gold
HOWARD GREENFIELD, NEIL SEDAKA
Moon of gold in the sky.
My loving sweetheart said goodbye.
Those moonlight kisses that she shared with me,
Are just a memory.
By the light of your glow.
Those tender love words whispered low,
Were just a promise that never came true,
For she found someone new.
How, how was I to know she'd soon go,
And leave me longing in the moon glow?
Since she's gone I'm alone,
I have no sweetheart of my own.
Just a memory of a love that's grown cold,
And a tarnished moon of gold.
Since she's gone I'm alone,
I have no sweetheart of my own.
Just a memory of a love that's grown cold,
And a tarnished moon of gold.
