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?