Softly, softly falling
It blurs the twinkled lights
Hurry, hurry, calling
Too many wasted nights

Closer, closer moving
Under burning bright lights
Timid, timid, proving
Over those simple nights

Gently, gently caring
The sparks of summer lights
Honest, honest, staring
In pale blue crystal nights

Barely, barely stealing
Those dreams of snowy lights
Stranger, stranger, feeling
The golden woven nights