Words and music by Robbie Smith
Her voice held the nightime transfixed with its sound
From that moment forward none truer I’ve found
My heart it was soaring with joy in my blood
How could we not have fallen in love?
I strung her a harp and she strummed a sweet song
I carved out a flute and the flute played along
Winter was over and spring in full bud
How could we not have fallen in love?
And hers was a face akin to perfection
As her creamy white skin blushed warm with delight
There’s a lot to be said for just being lonely
Til the love angels give you that one perfect night.
The day brought us close – ah, but night was the bond
We knew then that more than a friendship had spawned
My heart was a fire and hers was a flood
How could we not have fallen in love?
And her sleepy eyes widened to emerald desire
And the pearls of her necklace gleamed silver and white
As her lips parted sweetly and pressed to mine gently
She tenderly whispered that this was my night
Instrumental
Ah, the texture of silk was her skin to my hand
Each delicate moment unflawed and unplanned
One night – no – one lifetime could n’er be enough
How could we not have fallen in love?
And her rich raven mane curled down to her shoulders
And followed new contours through shadow and light
There’s much to be gained – ah, by just wanting
Til the love angels give you that one perfect night –
Til the love angels give you that one perfect night.