Under the stars of night
we sit, with wind blowing,
and the moon gleaming bright.
That was its way of showing
that everything here was just right.

The music comes out and out
just as you strum about.
It all flows as if it were water,
like love of mother and daughter...
Smooth, without any doubt.

Your name is Kayla, so light.
It floats off the tongue, just right.
You play the guitar all the time,
And I write lyrics with a rhyme,
So we sit and sing in the thyme.

I always have an arm around you,
As you strum your rhythm through.
I sing my lyrics of love so true,
And sitting is all I can do.
So thats what we do, sit and sing, through and through.

All we like doing is sitting with a chill,
Up and up on that one certain hill.
That hill where dreams become more than nil,
And life floats by and by all in the thrill.
Even when all seems so ill.

So under those stars of night we sit,
Up on our once certain hill....
We sit and sing for hours and a bit,
Fingers flowing on string and vocals in a trill.
Thats why I love this with such a will.