Four Freshmen (The)
In the Still of the Night
In the still of the nightAs I gaze from my windowAt the Moon in its flightMy thoughts all stray to youIn the still of the nightWhile the world is in slumberOh, the times without numberDarling, when I say to youDo you love me as I love youAre you my life to be, my dream come trueOr will this dream of mine fade out of sightLike the Moon growing dim on the rim of the hillIn the chill, still of the night
From Letras Mania