Isn't it a lovely night?
And so alight, 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 dewy ground

And isn't it a lovely way?
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 eaves
And bent to brush our 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 it a lovely way?
We got in from our play
Isn't it babe?
A sweet little baby