Sometimes I wonder why 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. Beside a garden wall where stars are bright You are in my arms. A nightingale sings its fairy tale Of paradise where roses bloom. Though I dream in vain In my heart it will remain That stardust melody The memory of love's refrain.