NightingaleSummer drips from honey lips where red roses growHow sweet it is, all of those lovely thingsBut darling, they can't compare with dreams I share with youI know the glow of love in our hearts like the stars forever shineHow sweet it is to know that you're mineHow sweet it is hearing a nightingaleEcho a call to its mate when night shadows fallHow sweet the rose has to be for it knowsWhy the honey drips from honey lips where red roses growHow sweet it is, all of those lovely thingsBut darling, they can't compare with dreams I share with youI know the glow of love in our hearts like the stars forever shineHow sweet it is, how very sweet it isHow sweet it is to know that you're mine*