Arrange this night around us
Its shadows and its lights
Turn it into something
Of which poets often write
Add stars and gentle breezes
That shimmer and that play
And just a curve of crescent moon
A bright slice left from day
Stay with me while the phases
Of varied darkness pass
As we cherish our connection
While dew forms on the grass.
Its shadows and its lights
Turn it into something
Of which poets often write
Add stars and gentle breezes
That shimmer and that play
And just a curve of crescent moon
A bright slice left from day
Stay with me while the phases
Of varied darkness pass
As we cherish our connection
While dew forms on the grass.
