mark murphy
in the still of the night
In the still of the night As I gaze from my window At the Moon in its flight My thoughts all stray to you  In the still of the night While the world is in slumber Oh, the times without number Darling, when I say to you  Do you love me as I love you Are you my life to be, my dream come true Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight Like the Moon growing dim on the rim of the hill In the chill, still of the night