And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart.
High up in the sky the little stars climb,
Always reminding me that we're a - part.
You wandered down the lane and far away.
Leaving me a song that will not die.
Love is now the stardust of yes-ter-day,
The music of the years gone by.
(Melody:)
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night
Dreaming of a song. The mel-o-dy haunts my reverie,
And I am once again with you.
When our love was new, and each kiss an in-spi-ra-tion,
But that was long ago; now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall when stars are bright,
You are in my arms; the nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of par-a-dise where ro-ses grew.
My stardust mel-o-dy
the memory of love's re - frain.