Heavenly music, gorgeous perfume, voices of night, a silver light chasing the gloom. Soon a sweet picture comes into view, and my heart is still before a thrill I never knew. I see two lovers on the moonlit sand, standing face to face. And as he takes her little trembling hand, they slowly embrace. I see two lovers in a world apart, heart to heart, what bliss. And in my loneliness, I see them stand, one wonderful kiss. I hear their song at the shrine of love, the wine of love flows free. Is there no voice in the spring of love to sing of love with me? I see two lovers while alone I stand by the sand and sing. I wonder when I'll find the trembling hand fate intended for me. Heavenly music, gorgeous perfume, voices of night, a silver light chasing the gloom. Instrumental I wonder when I'll find the trembling hand fate intended for me.