| lyric | The light is low and the
and the hour is filled with magic delight,
And your hair holds my flower,
while your eyes are strnagely bright.
A song from anold recording
fills the room with one more theme,
and longings that I have treasered
wake to a tangotime dream.
Let me linger in your glance,
lead you slow in one more dance
and fill the night with sweet romance |