When the sense of sweet remembrance

falls upon the evening tide, and a mountain looms in the distance

and stretches its sleepy slopes toward us, to embrace us, in its arms

of mist and pine,

It will be you and I, side by side.

We'll walk down the paths that we know best.

We'll laugh, and sing, and dance one more time, before we rest.

For the night wind is calling and shadows are falling into the night.

Memories may come like a smoke or a sigh.

Come! We will be like children again laughing in the light!

Come, walk with me, unafraid into the night.

For the night wind is calling and shadows are falling into the night.

Come, let me hold you again in my arms.

Come, dance with me one last time under these stars!

Come, we should go. For I hear in the distance, a carrousel, and its playing

that old song that we used to know.

Come! We will fly into the night on ponies of white

ever going up and down as we ascend through the air.

There will be moonbeams falling on your silvery hair.

You will be flying and I will be trying

to catch you among the stars of the night.

Yes, I will accompany you there

on that final stair.

You, on your pony of white

with moonbeams in your hair.

But for now, let me own this melancholy ache,

for your life is not yet mine to take.

For you have good works and a destiny to fulfill

and I am but a spirit without power or will.

But, should you, some night, decide to leave this amusment park

you will hear my voice calling to you alone in the dark.

Then come to the abandond carnaval. I will be waiting by the carousel.

And again we will burn as just one flame, And again we will burn

as just one name.

And then we will ride into the maddness of death

like that flame going out with just one breath.

Like an ember that once glowed bright.

We will be but a spark, ascending forever, among the stars of the night.