Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,
Warmer than the summer night.
The clouds were like an alabaster palace,
Rising to a snowy height.
Each star its own Aurora Borealis,
Suddenly you held me tight;
I could see the midnight sun.
I can't explain the silver rain that found me,
Or was that a moonlit bay?
The music of the universe around me,
Or was that a Nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me,
Suddenly the sky turned pale,
I could see the midnight sun.
Was there such a night?
It's a thrill I still don't quite believe,
But after you were gone,
There was still some stardust on my sleeve.
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember,
And the stars forget to shine.
And when they see the meadow in December,
Icy white and chrystaline.
But oh my darling always I'll remember,
when your lips were close to mine
And we saw the midnight sun.
We saw the midnight sun.
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,
Warmer than a summer night.
The clouds were like an alabaster palace,
Rising to a summer light.
Each star its own Aurora Borealis,
Suddenly you held me tight,
And then I could see the midnight sun.
I can't explain the silver rain that found me,
Or was that a moonlit bay?
The music of the universe around me,
Or was that a Nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me,
And the sky turned pale,
I could see the midnight sun.
Was there such a night?
It's a thrill I still don't really quite believe.
That lovely midnight sun, but after you were gone,
There was still some stardust on my sleeve,
There was still some stardust on my sleeve.
That flame may dwindle,
And the stars forget to shine.
We'll see the meadow in December,
Icy white and chrystaline.
But darling always I'll remember,
when your lips are close to mine
And we saw the midnight sun.
Yes we saw the midnight sun,
We both saw the m
