Lover's talk of love at midnight
A far off hope of golden sand
Hand in hand in love at midnight
The golden talk of soft blown land
Stroke the neck nape in the moonlight
Walk on by the gold brass band
Soft skins touched by all by moonlight
Hand in hand on bandstand land
Lover's hope of snow capped mountains
Of plains and deserts themselves to stand
Hand in hand there by the fountain
With their dreams immense and grand
Stroke the clock
On past the midnight’s glow
In the silver moonlit mountains
Shadowlands so so seldom show
