The Profession Of Violence - Part 8

Deep night, stars in the sky above

Moonlight, lighting our place of love

Night winds seem to have gone to rest

Two eyes, brightly with love are gleaming

Come to my arms, my darling, my sweetheart, my own

Vow that you'll love me always, be mine alone

Deep night, whispering trees above

Kind night, bringing you nearer, dearer and dearer

Deep night, deep in the arms of love

Come to my arms, my darling, my sweetheart, my own

Vow that you'll love me always, and be mine alone

Deep night, whispering trees above

Kind night, bringing you nearer, dearer and dearer

Deep night, deep in the arms of love