Man of Action

Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night dreaming of a song.

The melody haunts my reverie, And I am once again with you,

When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration,

But that was long ago:

now my consolation is in the star dust of a song.

Beside a garden wall, when stars are bright, you are in my arms,

The nightingale tells his fairy tale of paradise, where roses grew.

Tho' I dream in vain, in my heart it will remain: