When you're driving through the moonlight on the highway
When you're driving through the moonlight to the dance,
You are breathless with a wild anticipation
Of adventure, and excitement, and romance.
Then at last you see the towers of the palace
Silouetted on the sky above the park,
And below them is a row of lighted windows
Like a lovely diamond necklace in the dark.
It looks that way,
The way you say,.
She talks as if she knows.
I do not know these things are so,
I only just suppose.
I suppose that when you come into the ballroom,
And the room itself is floating in the air.
If you're suddenly confronted by His Highness,
You are frozen like a statue on the stair.
You're afraid he'll hear the way your heart is beating,
And you know you mustn't make the first advance.
You are seriously thinking of retreating
Then you seem to hear him asking you to dance.
You make a bow,
A timid bow,
And shyly answer, "Yes".
How would you know that this is so?
I do no more than guess.
You can guess till you're blue in the face,
But you can't even picture such a man!
He is more than a prince,
He's an ace!
But, Sisters, I really think I can! (Can what?)
I think I can picture such a man.
He is tall.
And straight as a lance,.
And his hair.
Is dark and wavy,
Can melt you with a glance.
He can turn a girl to gravy.
A lovely night,
A lovely night,
A finer night you know you'll never see.
You meet your prince,
A charming prince,
As charming as a prince will ever be.
The stars in a hazy heaven
Tremble above you
While he is whispering
"Darling, I love you".
You say good-bye,
Away you'll fly,
But on your lips you'll keep a kiss,
All your life you'll dream of this
Lovely, lovely night!