Night of My Nights Songtext
von Richard Kiley

Play on the cymbal, the timbal, the lyre;
Play with appropriate passion, fashion,
Songs of delight and delicious desire
For the night of my nights.
Come where the so well beloved is waiting,
Where the rose and the jasmine mingle
While I tell her the moon is for mating
And ′tis sin to be single!
Let peacocks and monkeys in purple adornings
Show her the way to my bridal chamber,
Then get you gone 'til the morn of my mornings
After the night of my nights!
After the night of my nights!
′Tis the night of my nights!
Play on the cymbal, the timbal, the lyre; Play with appropriate passion, fashion,
Songs of delight and delicious desire
For the night of my nights.
Come where the so well beloved is waiting,
Where the rose and the jasmine mingle
While I tell her the moon is for mating
And 'tis sin to be single!
Let peacocks and monkeys in purple adornings
Show her the way to my bridal chamber,
Then get you gone 'til the morn of my mornings
After the night of my nights!
′Tis the night of my nights!
After the night of my nights!
′Tis the night of my nights!