Billie Holiday — Its Like Reaching for the Moon 06-30-1936

It's like reaching for the moon It's like reaching for the sun It's like reaching for the stars Reaching for you You're so far above me How can I expect an angel to love me Who is so divine as you are? It's like flying without wings Playing fiddle without strings And a million other things No one can do Though my hopes are slender In my secret heart I pray you'll surrender soon Though it's like reaching for the moon