Isn't It a Lovely Night?

Isn't it a lovely night?

And so alive with fireflies providing us their holy light

And here we made a bed of boughs

And thistledown 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

Wasn't it a lovely breeze that swept the leaves

Of arbor eaves and bent to brush our blushing knees?

And here we died our little deaths and we were left

To catch our breaths so swiftly lifting from our chests

And isn't it a lovely way

We got in from our play?

Isn't it, babe?

A sweet little baby