I recall the story,
That night of love and glory
A night that left my heart romantic scars

We stood so near to heaven
That I reached clear to heaven
And gathered you a handful of stars


Sweet remembered hour
When love began to flower

With moonlight through the trees like silver balls
And as the moon grew older
I reached across your shoulder

And gathered you a handful of stars

I placed my fingertips upon your lips

And stars fell in your eyes
Moonglow made a halo of your hair
Suddenly you looked at me and dreams began to rise

Oh, what things unspoken trembled in the air

Our hearts were madly beating

And then our lips were meeting
And Venus seemed to melt right into Mars
Then while we stood caressing

Blue heaven sent a blessing
A shower of a handful of stars...