And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars climb, Always reminding me that we're a - part. You wandered down the lane and far away. Leaving me a song that will not die. Love is now the stardust of yes-ter-day, The music of the years gone by. Melody: Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely night Dreaming of a song. The mel-o-dy haunts my reverie, And I am once again with you. When our love was new, and each kiss an in-spi-ra-tion, But that was long ago; now my consolation Is in the stardust of a song. Beside a garden wall when stars are bright, You are in my arms; the nightingale tells his fairy tale Of par-a-dise where ro-ses grew. Though I dream in vain, in my heart it will re-main: My stardust mel-o-dy the memory of love's re - frain.