When the day fades away into twilight. The moon is my light of love. In the night, I am quite a romancer. I find an answer above. To being me consolation, you're my inspiration.
He's up each morning bright and early. To wake up all the neighborhood. To bring to every boy and girlie. His happy serenade on wood. Hear him pickin' out a melody.
It was a most romantic interlude. And we were in a most romantic mood. Our hearts were lost in reverie. I only knew you were close to me. . The music stopped, but we were still dancing.