Isn’t It A Lovely Night?

[Margaret:]

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