Night Blooming Jasmine (Live)

Night Blooming Jasmine

Never would come out to play

Until the shades of the sunny day

Would fade away

And Night Blooming Jasmine

Sings at La Barre de la Rose en Paris

They say her voice can set lovers free

But in her eyes, you can see

The shades of a love that passed her by

'Neath the stare of the sun on an African July

And you can ask, but she'll never tell you why

That till this day when she sees the sun she cries

Deep as a canyon

And soft as a honey-sweet scent on the wind

That captivates your soul

As the evening breeze begins

That's the sound of her voice

At La Barre de la Rose

When the drum calls the tune

And the saxophone blows

And she sings till the dawn

Of the love that she's known

Till each night, before that sun comes up

A taxi takes her home alone

So if you go traveling

Make sure to drop by La Barre de la Rose

The greatest thing you'll ever know

May still be known

From the sound of her voice, and the look in her eye

And the stare of the sun on an African July

And you can ask, but she will never tell you why

Night Blooming Jasmine, why do you cry?

Tell me why do you cry?

Why do you cry?