Jean carried long-stemmed white calla lilies. Fifty years later, her godchild, my daughter Kimberli Wilson, carried calla lilies on her wedding day when she married Gregory Webb. And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky the little clouds climb, Always reminding me that we're apart. You wandered down the lane and far away. Leaving me a song that will not die.
Love is now the stardust of yesterday, The music of the years gone by.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend The lonely night dreaming of a song. The melody haunts my reverie, And I am once again with you. The nightingale Tells his fairy tale Of paradise where roses grew. The memory of love's refrain.