She sits at her window, waiting for him
Her window shut, the lights have dimmed
Waiting for her love at the edge of her sill
She waits for him quietly to come to her
Her hand rest below her chin
As she looked up to the moonlights greyscale skim
Sighing into the dead of night
Did her love forever forget her wait?
Alas he stalled to long
He sings his quiet serenade
The one his love will never hear
Oh that quiet serenade