Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury!
Futile the winds To a heart in port,-- Done with the compass, Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor To-night in thee!
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury!
Futile the winds To a heart in port,-- Done with the compass, Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor To-night in thee!