Billie Holiday's Great American Songbook

It happened, I remember,

during a night of blue moon; it was easy to love then,

like autumn in New York City,

but if the moon turned green for a moment,

you would feel what a little moonlight could do.

Solitude, I, too, have cried for you

while the willows have not wept for me;

it was easy living then, I remember [ain't nobody's business if I do],

with them there eyes.

It was now or never then, the somebody on my mind, the big stuff-

yesterday,

there was not a greater love; today, I cannot face the music.

But I, too, have a right to sing the blues

or I will not stand a ghost of a chance

in this here stormy weather

while it keeps on raining.