The wind howls tonight.
The moon still shines bright.
The leaves are wiggling.
I am still waiting.

Under the soft dancing rain.
The city looks like decoration on porcelain.
The water drops down the vain,
Softly like winds against curtains.

Under a little tree outside.
With the cold, romantic air tonight.
I guess it's a beautiful sight.
Oh look, he is there alright.