A Blues Serenade

If there is a Cinderella
Looking for a city fellow
Listen to my serenade in blue
Toss at night upon my pillow
Mournful as a weeping willow
Haunted by my serenade in blue
Why must I go on dreaming of an imaginary love
Wish I had someone to sing to
One that I could kiss & cling to
No one hears my serenade in blue