When moonlight climbs the night's dark stair,
When moonlight climbs the night's dark stair,
Your memory then, tears my heart to bear,
Your memory's there.
Tales of springs, of sights that used to be,
Tales of springs, of sights that used to be,
They come and whisper, then they weep with me,
Your memory's there.
Tell me, does this same light, so bright,
Tell me, does this same light, so bright,
Awaken dreams, and pierce your soul with night?
Do you recall my light?
When moonlight climbs the night's dark stair,
When moonlight climbs the night's dark stair,
Your memory then, tears my heart to bear,
Your memory's there.
When my remembrance makes you weep,
When separation makes each breath so deep,
Forget all things, come back to me then,
And break all ties, and come again,
Then never leave again.
When moonlight climbs the night's dark stair,
When moonlight climbs the night's dark stair,
Your memory then, tears my heart to bear,
Your memory's there.
Tales of springs, of sights that used to be,
Tales of springs, of sights that used to be,
They come and whisper, then they weep with me,
Your memory's there, your memory's there,
Your memory's there, your memory's there,
Your memory's there, your memory, your memory, your memory's there,
Your memory's there, your memory's there,
Your memory's there, your memory's there,
Your memory's there, your memory's there,
Your memory's there, your memory's there,
Your memory's there, your memory's there.
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