Summer Nights, In a crescent of song.

Moonlit beams, graciously falling from faraway stars

Palm to palm, in a continuous hold

When the dawn comes, we’ll wake again 

In the dark, we can sense beauty

the glow, of a million lights

Deep in the heart of clear calm waters

In the dusk, we’ll meet again

Free, with your hands clasped to me

In a world, so vastly unknown

Love, in the hearts we have praised 

Love like thee, Wait for me

Summer Nights, in the crescent of a song

Dream a song, for you and I, before the morn