The moon’s on fire, and the lake is dancing.
The stars light up, for some midnight romancing.
The cool wind blows,
and the passion grows,
the cool wind blows,
and the passion grows.
Her hair falls down, and her smile’s growing.
Cherry wine lips, against the fire glowing.
The cool wind blows,
and the passion grows,
the cool wind blows,
and the passion grows.
Eye’s of gold, even in the shadows.
He holds her close, as the shutters rattle.
The cool wind blows,
and the passion grows,
the cool wind blows,
and the passion grows.
The lake is still, and it fades to darkness.
All I can think about is one more innocent kiss.
But they part their ways,
in search of better days,
they part their ways,
in search of better days,
but the lake stood still.
Ashe Berton 