Song | Midnight Sun |
Artist | Dee Dee Bridgewater |
Album | Dear Ella |
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night | |
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height. | |
Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight, | |
I could see the | |
Midnight Sun. | |
I can't explain the silver rain that found me--or was that a moonlight veil? | |
The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale? | |
And then your arms miraculously found me, suddenly the sky turned pale, | |
I could see the | |
Midnight Sun. | |
Was there such a night, it's a thrill | |
I still don't quite believe, | |
But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve. | |
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine, | |
And we may see the meadow in | |
December, icy white and crystalline. | |
But oh my darling always | |
I'll remember when your lips were close to mine, | |
And we saw the | |
Midnight Sun. |
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night | |
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height. | |
Each star it' s own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight, | |
I could see the | |
Midnight Sun. | |
I can' t explain the silver rain that found meor was that a moonlight veil? | |
The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale? | |
And then your arms miraculously found me, suddenly the sky turned pale, | |
I could see the | |
Midnight Sun. | |
Was there such a night, it' s a thrill | |
I still don' t quite believe, | |
But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve. | |
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine, | |
And we may see the meadow in | |
December, icy white and crystalline. | |
But oh my darling always | |
I' ll remember when your lips were close to mine, | |
And we saw the | |
Midnight Sun. |