And now the purple dusk of twilight time

Steals across the meadow of my heart.

Love is now the stardust of yesterday

The music of the years gone by.



Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights

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.

And now my consolation

Is in the stardust of a song.



Beside a garden wall where stars are bright

You are in my arms.

A nightingale sings its fairy tale

Of paradise where roses bloom.



Though I dream in vain

In my heart it will remain

That stardust melody

The memory of love's refrain.