Corcovado (Quiet Nights Of Quiet Stars)

Quiet nights and quiet stars,
Quiet chords from my guitar,
Floating on the silence that surrounds us.

Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,
Quiet walks by quiet streams
And a window that looks out
on corcovado, Oh how lovely!

This is where to be,
Here with you so close to me,
until the final flicker of life’s ember

I who was lost and lonely,
Believing life was a only,
a bitter tragic joke, have found with you,
The meaning of existence oh, my love.