Beat a tattoo on my drum
I’ll sing, or maybe hum
Fireflies will give us light,
As we dance away the night.
Or maybe you should beat
A tune for the moon
To come out to play
Bathing us in silvery moonbeams
It seems we own the night.
Nights are meant for lovers and loving,
That everybody knows.
So why does the old lady hiss
And turn up her nose
As we lose ourselves in love’s throes?
Let us dance on our tippy toes.
But can you tell where this stream goes?
Is that fire in your eyes
Burning me or keeping me alive?