Isn't It a Lovely Night?

Isn't a lovely night

And so alive

With fireflies

Providing us their holy light

And here we made a bed of boughs

And thistle down

That we had found

To lay upon the dewey ground

And isn't it a lovely day

We got in from our play

Isn't it ?

A sweet little baby

And wasn't it a lovely breeze

That swept the leaves

Of arbor reeves

And bent a brush of 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 a lovely way

We got in from our play

Isn't it ?

A sweet little baby