[Old Sarge]

So here at evening's call,
friends and fondness meet in the hall,
horse and palfrey bedded in the stall,
their riders not needing them this night.

Lights twinkling in candles and eyes,
Without only nightwind and hoot-owl cries,
Within this place contented sighs,
as we dance away the twilight.

[Soaring Feather]

The smell of Jasmine in the air
the glow of the sun hung low
the shadow of your smile is
inviting and the night things
murmur low

The sweetness of a summer's night
the warm and waxing moon is bright
and dancing past the clock's toll is right
lighting bugs all in flight
on a jasmine summer night

[Soaring Feather]

The smell of Jasmine in the air
the glow of the sun hung low
the shadow of your smile is
inviting and the night things
murmur low

The sweetness of a summer's night
the warm and waxing moon is bright
and dancing past the clock's toll is right
lighting bugs all in flight
on a jasmine summer night