Blue moon, you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Some one I really could care for
And then you suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms could ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked the moon had turned to gold
Blue moon, now I’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
He sang a pops concert with my orchestra once. He was an incredible scat singer. He did a number where he pretended to run out of ideas: "Yabba doobie, dibbie... skibby... flooby... uh... say, are there any Be-Bop fans in the audience?"
Mel Torme with that magical voice singing ballads and having the abilities of scatting like Ella Fitzgerald epitomizes a jazz singer that is adaptive, creative and one of the Best in the world, sometimes i feel he is underated by some