That Night - Tony Bennett

The snow was on the hill

The fields were soft and white

We touched and time stood still

On that hill, on that night

Your glances said, «Begin

Begin this strange affair»

Your glances begged, «Begin»

And we loved sweetly then

Time will pass

Memories fade

Of a bold, bizarre charade

Of a kiss in the night

Out of time and sight

The snow was on the hill

The fields were soft and white

We touched and time stood still

On that hill, on that night