As the summer breeze blows through my hair,
I can almost feel like I'm really there.
The wind through the trees makes a whispering delight,
And it reminds me of that wonderful night.
We were lying on a blanket underneath the stars,
We talked of the man on the moon and little men on mars.
Your hand swept mine and I was about to die.
You whispered sweet words in my ear that almost made me cry.
The stars were so bright that night as I recall,
I made a wish to be with on every one that would fall.
You said you thought I was a real great girl.
And boy you never knew it but you rocked my world.
The moon told us stories of life and love,
It was so peacful you could hear the call of a dove.
The night turned to dawn and on your chest I lay.
At that moment I couldn't turn away.
Your lips touched mine so softly I thought I was the wind.
That's when I knew my broken heart was about to mend.
As your lips touched mine one more time,
I remember your very last line.
You said "Through January, all the way to the last December,
I hope this will be a night to remember..."
