Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.
All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.
Lives of great men all remind us greatness takes no easy way.
Someday I'll wish upon a star.
How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?