In silence I watched the lights below,
In lonely houses in evening’s glow,
Other lights were scattered all around,
North, south, east and west, they could be found.
A bike was passing and then a car,
Tall buildings were standing not so far,
Silhouettes they formed against the sky,
And somewhere uttered a lonesome cry.
The summer’s night was cool and serene,
With its portrait of a country scene,
And I felt so peaceful, I felt fine,
While slowly sipping my glass of wine.
Quiet beauty there will always be,
For each of us who will really see.