And now the purple dusk 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 wander down the lane and far away
leaving me a song that will not die.
Love is now the stardust of yesterday,
the music of the years gone by.
Sometimes I wonder
why I spend the lonely nights
dreaming of a song.
That melody
haunts my reverie
and I am once again with you,
when our love was new
and each kiss an inspiration.
Oh, but that was long ago
now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall where stars are bright,
you are in my arms.
That nightingale
tells its fairytale
of paradise where roses grew.
Though I dream in vain,
in my heart will remain
my stardust melody,
the memory of love's refrain.
Beside a garden wall where stars are bright,
you are in my arms.
That nightingale
tells its fairytale
of paradise where roses grew.
Though I dream in vain,
in my heart will remain
my stardust melody,
the memory of love's refrain.