Al Jarreau

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,
Warmer than the summer night
The clouds were like an alabaster palace
Rising to a snowy height.
Each star it's own aurora borealis,
Suddenly you held me tight,
I could see the Midnight Sun.
I can't explain the silver rain that found me
Or was that a moonlight veil?
The music of the universe around me,
Or was that a nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me,
Suddenly the sky turned pale,
I could see the Midnight Sun.