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