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 its own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me 
tight
I could see the Midnight Sun.

I can't explain the silver rain that found me--or was 
that a moonlit veil?
The music of the universe around me, or was that a 
nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me,suddenly the sky 
turned pale,
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.