We walk in a fog that forever surrounds us
and hark to the sounds of the moonlit nights
We tread on a treacherous moss that confounds us
and darkness of dusk human hearts does blight.
But two lonely hearts when join in singing
and calling each other in night's confine,
two shadows entwining and lovingly clinging -
oh wouldn't, oh wouldn't that be divine!
and hark to the sounds of the moonlit nights
We tread on a treacherous moss that confounds us
and darkness of dusk human hearts does blight.
But two lonely hearts when join in singing
and calling each other in night's confine,
two shadows entwining and lovingly clinging -
oh wouldn't, oh wouldn't that be divine!