Babe, the night is warm
I'm coming home, is where the heart is beating
Babe, the moon is young, just like we've never been gone,
a vigil it's been keeping.
See my lamplight? It's still burning!
Do you wanna take a light from mine to feed your flame?
'though I've been gone so long, the light's been shining on,
guiding me home through the wind and the rain.
See the swallow fly?
He's seeking the warmth of clearer skies
Babe, it's growing colder
The summer, the summer is nearly over.