GOOD NIGHT
(A.H. Eastman / Fred Heltman,   1916)


The moon is beaming with a mystic glow, 
The lights are gleaming where the ripples flow, 
All nature's dreaming in the vale below; 
The night is come and we must part. 
Oh let there be once more a fond embrace; 
My heart with thee has found a resting place 
And now I see the love light in your face, 
The mirror of your heart.

The stars are shining in the heav'ns above, 
My heart is pining for the one I love. 
The leaves entwining call the gentle dove 
To find her nest in shadows deep. 
A stillness hovers o'er the garden fair, 
And darkness covers every blossom there. 
Oh, why should lovers leave a spot so rare? 
But 'tis the hour of sleep.

Good night, my love, the shadows gently fall; 
The stars above are watching over all. 
The dying embers glow; 
The winds are whisp'ring soft and low, 
Goodnight, goodnight, 
Goodnight, my love, goodnight, 
Goodnight, my love, goodnight.