Well, it's a marvellous night for a Moondance, With the stars up above in your eyes

A fantabulous night to make romance, 'Neath the cover of October skies

And all the leaves on the trees are falling, To the sound of the breezes that blow

And I'm trying to please to the calling, Of your heart-strings that play soft and low

And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush, And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush. Van Morrison