Isn't It a Lovely Night? - The Decemberists

Isn’t it a lovely night, and so alive

With fireflies providing us their holy light

And here we made a bed of boughs and thistledown

That we had found to lay upon the dewy ground

And isn’t it a lovely way, we got in from our play

Isn’t it babe, a sweet little baby

Wasn’t it a lovely breeze that swept the leaves

Of arbor eaves and bent to brush our blushing knees

And here we died our little deaths and we were left

To catch our breaths so swiftly lifting from our chests

And isn’t it a lovely way, we got in from our play

Isn’t it babe, a sweet little baby