Jay and the Americans — My Clair De Lune

I call her Clair De Lune She walks by moonlight, my Clair De Lune And when the moon's bright I'll see her on some sandy beach Or on a hill top, smiling just out of my reach I reach for, Clair De Lune As one obsessed, might reach for the moon As one possessed, might see something Others don't see I see her face, and I hear a strange melody Uh, uh, ah, uh, uh Strange and sweet, is the haunting theme Uh, uh, ah, uh, uh How strange and sweet, this dream She's waiting, Clair De Lune There, where the moon light, falls on the dune I run to meet her But like all dreams my ends too soon For just as I approach my Clair De Lune She fades and vanishes just like the moon And I am left, with but the lovely tune