At the moon in its flight, my thoughts all stray to you

 In the still of the night while the world is in slumber
 Oh, the times without number, darling, when I say to you:

 "Do you love me as I love you?
 Are you my life-to-be, my dream come true?"
 Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight
 Like the moon growing dim on the rim of the hill
 In the chill still of the night