Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice
Warmer than the summer night.
The clouds were like an alabaster palace
Rising to a snowy height.
Each star its own aurora borealis suddenly you held me tight,
I could see the Midnight Sun.
I can’t explain the silver rain that found me
Or was that a moonlit veil?
The music of the universe around me or was that a nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me
Suddenly the sky turned pale, I could see the Midnight Sun.

Was there such a night, it’s a thrill I still don’t quite believe.
But after you were gone,
There was still some stardust on my sleeve.
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember
And the stars forget to shine.
And we may see the meadow in December
Icy white and crystalline.
But, oh, my darling always I’ll remember
When your lips were close to mine,
And we saw the Midnight Sun.