Isn't It a Lovely Night? Songtext
von The Decemberists

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