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
[William:]
And wasn't it a lovely breeze
That swept the leaves
Of arbor eaves
And bent to brush our blushing knees
[Margaret and William:]
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
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