As violins play,
And fingers stray,
Upon the keys in moonlight.
The couples sway,
On floors of gray,
With candels bright as sunlight.
The glass cieling shows,
The moon as it glows,
Lighting up the colored gowns.
The dance starts in rows,
But every couple knows,
This dance is not for clowns.
Now people tell me,
I can dance "to the tea",
Under all the beams of moonlight.
But how can there be,
A better dancer than thee,
To waltz with me till midnight.
Fin