And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
Am listening to Nat King Cole. There's a certain charm in the way that he sings, and the words...they are devoid of guile, straightforward in its love, and sweet. Extremely so.
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by
Even the heartbroken ones possess none of the anger and hatred and angst of today's songs....it is resigned, sad, regretful. Accepting. Letting go. They are beautiful.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
Now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song
They make such good love notes. Not that I've tried though.
Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
of paradise where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain
