Wild nights, were I with thee

Wild nights should be our luxury

Futile the winds to a heart in port

Done with the compass, done with the chart I sang to use the waiting

I didn't have to try

I'll shut the door to my house

No more to seek have I Such a little thing to weep

So short a thing to sigh

And yet by trades the size of these

We men and women die You say goodnight like starting tonight

You plan to say it the rest of my life Wild nights, were I with thee

Wild nights should be our luxury

Futile the winds to a heart in port

Done with the compass, done with the chart Such a little thing to weep

So short a thing to sigh

And yet by trades the size

Of these we men and women die You walk outside and for a short time it seems

Just like for keeps and for life

Do I dare write the words or recite on of the off chance

That this might be right?