Isn't a lovely night
And so alive
With fireflies
Providing us their holy light
And here we made a bed of boughs
And thistle down
That we had found
To lay upon the dewey ground
And isn't it a lovely day
We got in from our play
Isn't it, babe ?
A sweet little baby
And wasn't it a lovely breeze
That swept the leaves
Of arbor reeves
And bent a brush of blushing knees
And here we died our little deaths
And we were left to catch our breaths
So swiftly lifting from our chests
And isn't a lovely way
We got in from our play
Isn't it, babe ?
A sweet little baby
