The stars twinkle soft,

The beauty mesmerises,

My eyes and my heart.

The moon glows brightly.

Moonbeams shine through your dark hair,

How beautiful…yes.

A midnight breeze blows,

Tearing a leaf from its branch,

It flutters to me.

How I love the night,

Stunning in its shy splendour,

Ah…if not for sleep…

Lyria