Qui-et nights of qui -et stars, qui-et chords from my gui-tar
float-ing on the si -lence that sur - rounds us.
Qui-et thoughts and qui - et dreams, qui-et walks by qui - et streams,
and a win-dow look -ing on the moun -tains and the sea.
How love -ly!
This is where I want to be. Here, with you so clo -se to me, un-til the fi-nal
flick-er of life’s em - ber.
I, who was lost and lone-ly, be-liev-ing life was on-ly a bit-ter, tra-gic joke, have found with you
the mean-ing of ex-ist-ence. Oh, my love.
