When the twilight is gone and no song bird is singing,
   when the twilight is gone you come into my heart
   and here in my heart you will stay while I pray.

My prayer is to linger with you
at the end of the day in a dream that's divine.
My prayer is a rapture in blue
with the world far away and your lips close to mine.
Tonight while our hearts are aglow,
oh, tell me the words that I mlonging to know.
My prayer and the answer you give
may they still be the same for as long as we live
that you'll always be there at the end of my prayer.

            - Jimmy Kennedy