IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT AS I GAZE FROM MY WINDOW AT THE MOON IN ITS FLIGHT, MY THOUGHTS ALL STRAY TO YOU. IN THE SILL OF THE NIGHT WILE THE WORLD IS IN SLUMBER, OH, THE TIMES WITHOUT NUMBER, DARLING, WHEN I SAY TO YOU, "DO YOU LOVE ME AS I LOVE YOU? ARE YOU MY LIFE-TO-BE, MY DREAM COME TRUE?" OR WILL THIS DREAM OF MINE FADE OUT OF SIGHT LIKE THE MOON GROWING DIM ON THE RIM OF THE HILL IN THE SILL STILL OF THE NIGHT?