The night is dark and endless, darling, Now the stars have left their skies; No gentle moonbeams light the gloom To show the love there in your eyes.
No stardust casts a magic bliss;
No smiling moon moves through the clouds
To silhouette a lovers kiss.
The night is bleak, my darling, now
No romance warms my waiting heart;
No happiness, no dawn of dreams
Can be, as long as we're apart.
©
Heather Rimmer 1986