The musical nightingale told me
that you are thinking about me
just as I am thinking of you...
breezes thro' the trees whispered
that sometime between sunset and sunrise,
we will meet in Heaven's rendezvous.
Ah - and the waning moon promised
you would be there anon, holding me
tenderly - singing our love song.
I always believe the harvest moon
also the gentle nocturnal breeze.
And how could a nightingale ever lie?
So tonight will be our night of nights
with a million bright stars in the sky.
Author: Joyce Hemsley
