Midnight Sun
Larry Elgart and His Orchestra Lyrics

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,
Your passionate kiss was as valuable and enticing as a ruby-encrusted cup.

Warmer than the Summer night.
Your kiss was even more warming and powerful than a hot summer night.

The clouds were like an alabaster palace,
The clouds were so white and immense, they looked like a fancy palace made of alabaster stone.

Rising to a snowy height.
The clouds increased in size and went high, like mounting snowdrifts.

Each star its own Aurora Borealis,
Every star twinkled and gleamed like the Northern Lights.

Suddenly you held me tight,
In a spontaneous moment, you suddenly embraced me tightly.

I could see the midnight sun.
In that moment, I experienced pure bliss and was able to see the beauty in the darkest hour of the night.

I can't explain the silver rain that found me,
I cannot fathom the origin of the silver rain that poured upon me.

Or was that a moonlit veil?
Perhaps it was a thin, translucent layer of moonlight covering me.

The music of the universe around me,
I heard a symphony of sounds from the world around me.

Or was that a nightingale?
Was that sound a melodious nightingale perched nearby?

And then your arms miraculously found me,
In a wondrous moment, you appeared and wrapped your arms around me.

Suddenly the sky turned pale,
The very sky paled in comparison to the intensity of the moment.

I could see the midnight sun.
Once again, in that moment, I experienced the beauty in the darkest hour of the night.

Was there such a night?
I question if such a magical night existed.

It's still a thrill I don't quite believe;
I'm still amazed by the thrill of the experience and can hardly believe how magical it was.

But after you were gone
After you left

There was still some stardust on my sleeve!
I still had evidence of the magical moment on my sleeve, represented by stardust.

The flame of it may dwindle to an ember,
Though the passion may dim to a slight glow,

And the stars forget to shine,
And even if the stars lose their luster,

And we may see the meadow in December,
And we may witness the meadow in the midst of winter, in December,

Icy white and crystalline.
Which will be icy white and as pristine as crystal.

But oh, my darlin', always I'll remember
But regardless, my love, I will always recollect

When your lips were close to mine,
That special moment when our lips touched,

And I saw the midnight sun.
And in that moment, I experienced the charm of the dark hour of the night.

The midnight sun,
The beauty of the dark hour of the night

The midnight sun,
The beauty of the dark hour of the night

The midnight sun,
The beauty of the dark hour of the night

The midnight sun.
The beauty of the dark hour of the night