The night wind sighs, 
Our vessel flies
Across the dark lagoon
The city sleeps,
And well she keeps
Her watch, the gentle moon,
For with her light,
She guides our flight
Across the silver sea.
We are alone
The world, my own,
Doth hold but you and me.

The night is still,
But soft winds fill
And swell the willing sail
The wind is fair,
The scented air 
Brings perfumes from the vale.
Then fly with me,
Across the sea,
And leave the world behind,
For here am I,
To live or die
As you prove hard or kind.