Dave Brubeck Lyrics

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by.

Sometimes I wonder, how I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
The melody
Haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
And now my consolation is in the stardust of a song

Besides the garden wall, when stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale
Tells his fairytale
Of paradise, where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.

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james regan md

Brubeck was a master for the ages.  He never seems to receive enough credit for his important contribution to the art.  He is always more interested in the beauty of music than in dazzling with technical prowess.  He unfailingly offered the willing canvas for Paul Desmond to create upon.


+james regan md i agree, cool comment..:)

Lloyd Li

The last few seconds always bring the picture to my head: a black screen, with on the lower right, in white: "SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY..."

Frank Avedo

I always love to play Claire de Lune right after this song in a medley. Same mood and same key.

Marìa Sonia Quevedo Hoyos

Melodía de un tiempo pasado, descomplicado y hermoso, cargado de romanticismo y belleza. Preciosa interpretación. Gracias NotOrdinaryInGames por la belleza de la música.

Fergus Hall

Total Eric Satie vibe right at the start. Love it!

Iván Chávez

De hecho yo lo sentía al piano de Bill Evans en Flamenco Sketches.


+Jp007 Just and perfect.


@Fergus Hall Yeah, it does sound like gymnopedie nº 3 at the beggining.

Ing. Moroello Malaspina

How can something be so beautiful ? I'm astonished every time i hear this

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