It's like reaching for the moonnIt's like reaching for the starsnIt's like reaching, reaching, reaching for the sunnReaching for younnYou're so far, far, far, far above menHow can I expect an angel to love menWho is so divine as you arennIt's like flying without wingsnPlaying fiddle with no stringsnAnd a million other thingsnNo one can donThough my hopes are slendernIn my secret heart I pray you'll surrender soonnThough, it's like reaching for the moonnnIt's like reaching for the moonnIt's like reaching for the starsnIt's like reaching, reaching, reaching for the sunnReaching for younnYou're so far above menHow can I expect an angel to love menWho is so divine as you arennIt's like flying without wingsnPlaying fiddle with no stringsnAnd a million other thingsnNo one can donThough my hopes are slendernIn my secret heart I pray that you'll surrender soonnThough, it's like reaching, reaching for the moon