I call her Clair de Lune She walks be moonlight My Clair de Lune And when the moon's bright I'll see her on some sandy beach Or on a hilltop Smiling just out of my reach I reach for Clair de Lune As one obsessed might look for the moon As one possessed might see Something others don't see I see her face And I hear a strange melody How strange and sweet Is the haunting theme How strange and sweet This dream She's waiting, Clair de Lune There where the moonlight Falls on the dune I run to meet her But like all dreams Mine 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 lonely tune