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 still of the night, while 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 chill, still of the night?