Sometimes I wonder why I spend...
The lonely nights dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie,
And I am once again with you.

When our love was new,
And each kiss an inspiration.
Ah, but that was long ago.
Now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.

Beside the garden wall when stars are bright,
You are in my arms.
The nightingale tells his fairy tale,
Of paradise where roses grew.

Though I dream in vain,
In my heart it will remain.
My stardust melody,
The memory of love's refrain.