Here are y ou, and here am I,
There ain’t no moon up there on high,
But it’s a lovely n ight to spoon,
Let’s pretend that there’s a moon.
Nights like t hese were made for love,
Re – gard – less of the moon up a – bove;
The time and place are op – por – tune —
Let’s pretend that there’s a moon.
B7
Cdim
B7
B7~F~
B7
Cdim
B7
B7~F~
The poets like to tell about that spell of moonlight bliss;
B7
B7~F~
B7
Cdim
B7
Cdim
A
They weave it into ev’ – ry rhyme;
We need no moon a – bove to tell us when to kiss —
Why should we be wasting time?
Here are we, and here is love;
G
G~F~
E7
Fdim
C
C~B
Cdim
Who cares if there ain’t no moon up a – bove?
Let’s pretend that this is the month of June,
Let’s pretend that there’s a moon.
Fdim
Cdim
G
Cm
G7
B7
C
Em7
A
Em
G~F~
D7
E7
C~B
Am7
D
B7~F~
Edim