When Your Love Has Gone - Ella Fitzgerald, Nelson Riddle

What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming

That comes with each new love affair

The dreams that we cherish, so often might perish

And leaves you with castles in air

When you’re alone, who cares for starlit skies

When you’re alone, the magic moonlight dies

At break of dawn, there is no sunrise

When your lover has gone

What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring

What lonely hours, with memories lingering

Like faded flowers, life can’t mean anything

When your lover has gone