(a capella:)
When the twilight is gone,
and no songbirds are singing
When the twilight is gone,
you come into my heart
And here in my heart you will stay
while I pray.
My prayer is to linger with you,
at the end of the day,
in a dream that's divine.
My prayer is a rapture in bloom,
with the world far away,
and your lips close to mine.
Tonight, while our hearts are aglow,
oh, tell me the words that I'm longing to know.
My prayer and the answer you give,
may they still be the same,
for as long as we live,
that you'll always be there,
at the end of my prayer.