the moon will rise but all in vain for there s no use in shining while my lady sleeps the breeze will sing a sadain because of heart is pining while my lady sleeps starlight and moonlight and every melody wasted what can they mean when i m yearning for kisses never tasted the night may hold a million dreams but when her eyes discovered just a lonely lover she will hurry on with a sight to the dawn while the world weeps and my lady sleeps