Isn’t It a Lovely Night?

Isn't it a lovely night, and so alive With fireflies providing us their holy light And here we made a bed of boughs and thistledown That we had found to lay upon the dewy ground And isn't it a lovely way, we got in from our play Isn't it babe, a sweet little baby Wasn't it a lovely breeze? that swept the leaves Of arbor eaves and bent to brush our blushing knees And here we died our little deaths and we were left To catch our breaths so swiftly lifting from our chests And isn't it a lovely way, we got in from our play Isn't it babe, a sweet little baby