And now the purple dust of twilight time
Steads across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
You wanderd down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
But that was long ago now my consolation
Beside a garden wall when stars are bright
That nightingale tells his fairytale of paradise