Isn't a lovely night?
And so alive
With fireflies

Providing us their holy light

And here we made a bed of boughs

And thistle down
That we had found
To lay upon the dewy ground


And isn't it a lovely way
We got in from our play

Isn't it babe?
A sweet little baby


And wasn't it a lovely breeze
That swept the leaves
Of arbor eaves

And bent a brush o'er blushing knees

And here we died our little deaths

And we were left to catch our breath
So swiftly lifting from our chests


And isn't a lovely way
We got in from our play
Isn't it babe?

A sweet little baby