| Lyrics: | (A.C. Jobim, G. Lees)
[Recorded Januare 31, 1967, Hollywood]
Quiet nights of quiet
stars quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us.
Quiet thoughts
and quiet dreams quiet walks by quiet streams
And a window looking on the mountains and the sea,
how lovely
This is where I want to be here with you so close to me
Until the final flicker
of life's ember.
I who was lost and lonely believing love was only
A bitter tragic joke,
have found with you, the meaning of existence, oh my love. |
