There's a moon upon the left,
And there's a star upon the right.
There's a nightingale a singin'
To the wondrous summer night.
There are gentle deer a grazin'
In the meadow with no fright.
And there's no past and there's no future, only now.
We have chanced upon this fragile scene somehow.
I can hear the clover whisper,
Oh so softly as we pass.
As we find our way to somewhere,
Down an old familiar path.
All the trees are shyly watching,
As I slowly take your hand,
And when our bodies come together,
There's a hush across the land.
Now there's a cottontail a'watchin',
O'er his lady as she sleeps.
I'm a lover of tradition,
Here's my heart it's yours to keep.
Won't you take me as I'm giving,
We'll be lovers in our flight.
Cause there's a moon upon the left,
And there's a star upon the right.
All the little people living near
The clearing by the pond.
They are dancing in the moonlight,
They'll be dancing 'til the dawn.
And the moon looks down upon them,
Like a fat and laughing man.
He's the keeper of the magic,
He's the leader of the band.
Now somewhere there's a cottage,
And somewhere there's a door.
And somewhere there are ponies,
Running wild across the moor.
There are lilies of the valley,
Nodding gaily in our wake.
And our hearts are all on fire,
And the night is ours to take.
'Cause there's a moon upon the left,
And there's a star upon the right.
There's a nightingale a singin'
To the wondrous summer night.
There are gentle deer a grazin'
In the meadow with no fright.
There's no past and there's no future, only now.
And we have chanced upon this fragile scene somehow.