Now the purple dusk of twilight time, Steals across the meadows of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars glide, Always reminding me that we're apart. You wander down the lane and far, far away, Leaving me a song that will not die. Love is now the stardust of yesterday, The music of the years, goodbye, goodbye. Sometimes I wonder why I spend, The lonely nights dreaming of a song. The melody haunts my reverie, And I am once again with you. And our love was new, And each kiss an inspiration. Oh, that was long ago, Now my consolation is in the stardust of a song. Beside the garden wall, When stars fall bright, you were in my arms. The nightingale tells his fairy tale, Of paradise where roses bloom. Though I dream in vain, In my heart it will remain, My stardust melody, A memory of love's refrain. The Nightingale Tells His Fairy Tale Though I dream in vain, In my heart it will remain, My stardust melody, A memory of love's refrain. *