Every night is a candles dream,
warm with you and your love,
Lounging,
In its wax and glow,

Every night is a Crescents flower,
With your hair,
dancing in the moonlight,
and you feel pretty as a garden,

Every night is a candles dream,
With your angels,
Hymning,
With begowned and naked splendors,

Every night is a Crescents flower,
And youre pretty as a garden,
And youre feeling fine,
And youre feeling sublime,
And youre feeling fine
Reynaldo Casison