And now the purple dust 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.
You wandered down the lane and far away,
Leaving me a song that will not die.
Love is still the stardust of yesterday,
The music of the years gone by.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night dreaming of a song,
A 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, and now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall when the stars are bright, you are in my arms.
The nightingale tells his fairy tale of paradise where roses bloom.
Though I dream in vain, in my heart it will remain.
My stardust melody, a memory of love's refrain.
Waking skies as sunrise, every sunset too
Seems to be bringing me memories.
Even there, everywhere, seems that once we knew
And they all just recall, memories of you.
How I wish I could forget those happy yesteryears
They have left a rosary of days
Your face beams in my dreams, in spite of all I do
Everything seems to bring memories of you
Everything seems to bring memories of you
The memory of love's refrain
Steals across the meadows of my heart.
High up in the sky, the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart.
You wandered down the lane and far away,
Leaving me a song that will not die.
Love is still the stardust of yesterday,
The music of the years gone by.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night dreaming of a song,
A 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, and now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall when the stars are bright, you are in my arms.
The nightingale tells his fairy tale of paradise where roses bloom.
Though I dream in vain, in my heart it will remain.
My stardust melody, a memory of love's refrain.
Waking skies as sunrise, every sunset too
Seems to be bringing me memories.
Even there, everywhere, seems that once we knew
And they all just recall, memories of you.
How I wish I could forget those happy yesteryears
They have left a rosary of days
Your face beams in my dreams, in spite of all I do
Everything seems to bring memories of you
Everything seems to bring memories of you
The memory of love's refrain