Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height. Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight, I could see the Midnight Sun.
Was there such a night, it's a thrill I still don't quite believe, But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve.
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine, And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline. But oh my darling always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine, And we saw the Midnight Sun Midnight Sun.
