Frank Sinatra. Ring-A-Ding Ding. In The Still of The Night. Zeneszám

In the still of the night
As I gaze out of my window
And the moon in its flight
All thoughts, all stray to you

In the still of the night
While the world lies in slumber
Oh, the times without number darling
When I say to you

Do you love me just like I love you
Are you my life to be, that great big dream come true
Or will this dream of mine, will it fade way out of sight
Just like the moon growing dim on the rim of the hill
In the chill, still of the night

Do you love me just like I love you?
Are you my life to be, that great big dream come true
Or will this dream of mine, will it fade way out of sight
Just like the moon growing dim on the rim of the hill
In the chill, chill, still of the night, of the night