In the Still Of the Night - John Barrowman

As I gaze out of my window

At the moon in it’s flight

My thoughts all stray, stray to you

While the world lies in slumber

Oh the times without number

When I say to you

Do you love me

Just like I love you

Are you my life to be

That dream come true

Or will this dream of mine

Will it fade way out of sight

Just like that moon growing dim

Way out on the rim of the hill