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?