I saw the Harbor Lights, they only told me we were parting,. The same old Harbor Lights that once brought you to me.. I watched the Harbor Lights, how could I help if tears were starting,.
Angels come to paint the desert nightly. When the moon is beaming brightly. Along the Santa Fe Trail. Stardust scattered all along the highway. . On a rainbow-colored skyway.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . In an old Dutch garden by an old Dutch mill. Where the moon was dreaming on a distant hill. When a smile danced by it was then that I.
Close your eyes and slip away. To the dream of your fancy. Close your eyes and float downstream. To where the marsh grass dances. . Take you down where the air is thick.