Upon a veil of midnight blue. There hung a crescent moon. To light the view. But I don't whisper the words. When the moment arose. I wonder how he knows. You say your tongue is tied. Your words escape and hide. But he's so patient and kind. He's prepared to read your mind. That's very well till you find. Because of the wine you drank. Your mind is still a blank. I wonder how he knows. I guess I will wonder until. I pluck up the courage to tell him. How I feel. So close I can feel his heart tremble. That look in his eyes as they close. I wonder how he knows. I wonder how he knows.