Lyrics The Decemberists – Isn’t It A Lovely Night?

Margaret:
Isn’t it a lovely night?
And so alive
With fireflies

And here we made a bed of boughs
And thistledown
That we had found
To lay upon the dewy ground

And isn’t it a lovely way
We got in from our play
Isn’t it, babe?
A sweet little baby

William:
And wasn’t it a lovely breeze
That swept the leaves
Of arbor eaves
And bent to brush our blushing knees

Margaret and William:
And here we died our little deaths
And we were left to catch our breaths
So swiftly lifting from our chests

And isn’t it a lovely way
We got in from our play
Isn’t it, babe?
A sweet little baby