Held with the care of a delicate thing Soft like the touch of a butterfly wing Light as my heart when the nightingale sings
Under the moonlight Under the starlight
Felt in the air like the promise of spring Echoed through streets like bells when they ring Of all these things fair, still none can compare To the tenderness that he brings
For in a world of wonder, where things are as they seem Don't wake me from my slumber Stuck in between, lost in a dream
Pricking like needles and walking on pins Drawn out romances and quick summer flings Of all these things fair, still none can compare To the tenderness that he brings