oh why do the leaves of the mulberry tree whisper differently now and why is the nightingale singing at noon on the mulberry bough for some most mysterious reason this isn t garden i know no it s paradise now that was only a garden a moment a go take my hand i m a stranger in paradise all lost in a wonderland a stranger in paradise if i stand starry eyed that s the danger in paradise for mortals who stand beside an angel like you i saw your face and i ascended out of the commonplace into the rare somewhere in space i hang suspended until i know there s a chance that you care won t you answer this fervent prayer of a stranger in paradise don t send me in dark despair from all that i hunger for but open your angel s arms to this stranger in paradise and tell him that he need be a stranger no more
['adult standards', 'easy listening']