It is not the full moon that frightens me br Nor the darkness br Strong northern breezes that whirl br Nor the quiet of the night br br Tis the face I see each eve as I close my eyes and dream br A face like a yon’ lighthouse’s beam br br Angel eyes shinning in my slumber br Soft tender lips that make my heart burn bright br Drawing me closer caught within the beauty of your touch br I fall beneath your spell… lost without human sight br We dance upon billowing white clouds….