Oh, late at night I dream about,
The way we danced last autumn,
Arm-in-arm, away from harm,

In the fields outside Chanhassen,
While up above, the soft light of,
The moon cast two shadows on the ground,

Thereâ??s nothing I would rather do,
Than moonlight dancing with you


Your smile, your stare, your golden hair,
The way youâ??d sway and saunter,
Out there, i was your Fred Astaire,

And you, my Ginger Rogers,
While up above, the spotlight of,
The moon cast two shadows on the ground,

Thereâ??s nothing I would rather do,
Than moonlight dancing with you


We were old enough to know better,
But not old enough to stop


While up above, the cold light of,
The moon, and just one shadow on the ground,
Oh what Iâ??d give for one more night,

Of moonlight dancing with you